Bridge and Xander's Quarters, SPD Academy HQ, [Friday Evening, 2024]

[bridge_carson]

Neither Bridge nor Xander had really noticed anything strange about the past few days.

Which is not to say they hadn't been affected exactly, just that there wasn't enough of a departure from their usual, er, routine, for either of them to entertain the possibility of Fandom Weirdness or other strangeness going on.

And that brings us to Friday night, post giant-robot-battle, where Bridge is rather briskly stalking through the hallways of SPD HQ and throwing open the door to his and Xander's quarters, muttering "Please be home, please be home, please be- Xander, please say you're home?" that last was maybe a bit plaintive. Juuust a bit.

[ooc: for le husband!]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I don't think they involved things like this," Bridge retorts, leaning forward to press a kiss to Xander's mouth.

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"I'd have caused a lot more trouble in school if they did," Xander says, returning the kiss and lifting his hips up towards Bridge's body at the same time.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well, now you'll just have to settle for causing trouble for me. With me. One of those."

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"How about both?" Xander's hands run down his back, tracing the muscles, tapping patterns on his skin.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which feels really, really nice, and Bridge closes his eyes, taking a moment or two to just enjoy the feeling. "I think we could make that work, yeah."

[needsaparrot]

"We can take turns playing Good Cop, Bad Carpenter."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cept that's not entirely accurate, because like I said, you're talented with the fixing things."

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"Evil Carpenter?" Xander suggests, laughing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Bridge agrees with a grin, pulling back momentarily to facilitate taking-off-of-gloves-ness.

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"Or maybe not," Xander admits. "That's just going to a whole creepy possessed furniture place that I'm not sure I wanna play in."

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"Oh, sure, make it in to something *weird*," Bridge says with a snort. Though he can't help but give the couch a suspicious glance now.

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"I checked it for demons," Xander assures him, leaning back on it and letting his legs splay open. It was a very subtle invitation.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yep. Verrrry subtle. Good thing Bridge has those handy (pun intended) psychic powers, or he might have missed it.

Or, you know, not.

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"There are no demons," Xander adds, just in case that was subtle too. "Lint, three Hershey kisses, a copy of the SPD newsletter and one of Syd's earrings, but no demons."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No loose change?" Bridge makes a mock-disappointed face.

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"...No. You think someone's been sneaking in and stealing our loose change?"

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"You *did* find Syd's earring," Bridge points out.

...Syd doesn't need your loose change, Bridge.

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"She does like shiny things..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Xander!" Bridge laughs. "You're horrible." Even if it's kinda true about Syd.

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"Horrible? I'm not the one kneeling in front of a hot naked guy on the couch and not fucking him," Xander points out.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Good point," Bridge concedes. "I'll get right on y- that. Which is also you, actually."

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"In convenient pocket-size form!" Xander says helpfully.