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[mrmoneypenny]

This seems to be an increasingly common occurrence. Even if it's only the second time it's happened.

Villiers, dragging someone along into his room.

And waving cheerily to his lover.

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[broodingbacchus]

His lover grins brightly at him from the couch. The word 'indulgent' fits here, perhaps. Villiers and his... habit. So cute.

[necessary_child]

Sam's arm is slung around Villiers' waist as the door opens.

He blinks at Imriel, briefly... and then grins.

(Well, he is extremely pretty.)

"Hi!"

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers, at least, would like to point out that Imriel is adorable as well.

Although he does manage to catch that change in Sam. And resists the urge to snicker.

"Rather insatiable, aren't you?" he comments dryly. Even though he presses an absent kiss to Sam's shoulder.

[broodingbacchus]

"He's not the only one, love."

Imriel tries and fails to hide a deeply amused little smirk.

To Sam: "I don't believe we've been introduced...? I'm Imriel."

He rises from the couch and extends a hand gracefully, every movement as light as a breeze.

[necessary_child]

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam tells Villiers angelically.

"I'm Sam," he tells Imriel, reaching out the hand that's not around Villiers' waist.

"And he always thinks the worst of me."

Sam's life is so very, very hard.

[mrmoneypenny]

Perhaps it's because he knows that Sam is one hell of a fallen angel.

But that's beside the point.

As Imriel draws near, Villiers also manages to sneak forward enough to give him a kiss on the cheek, careful not to interrupt their introductions. But still. It's Imriel. ♥

"I'm sure you two will get along marvelously," he murmurs.

[broodingbacchus]

"Quite."

Sam's hand gets a brief clasp, and then he turns his head to return Villiers' kiss... and turns it back to favour Sam with a look of unmistakeable appraisal.

Unmistakeably positive appraisal, at that.

[necessary_child]

Sam's looking back, and looking over, and grinning wickedly.

"I can only hope," he tells Villiers, laughing.

[mrmoneypenny]

Hee.

Fuzzy warm mmm.

And unlike his past boyfriend, it's rather hard not to like Imriel, in his opinion.

"So, will you join us, dear?"

Utterly shameless.

It would appear that he's in slutty tart mode, rather than blushingly adorable darling.

[broodingbacchus]

Quirking a smile at Sam: "If there are no-- objections...?"

[necessary_child]

"I feel sure I can live with it," he answers Imriel cheerfully.

[mrmoneypenny]

Gleeful Villiers is Gleeful.

"Thought so," he murmurs.

Mmm. This'll be fun.

[broodingbacchus]

"Mm. So how did you two meet?" he inquires-- of Sam, since his first action when the final t drops neatly from his lips is to capture Villiers for another, longer kiss.

[necessary_child]

"I was swordfighting outside with no shirt on," Sam chirps. This should probably be explanation enough.

And while Villiers is busy, there's a hand sliding around him to begin undoing the buttons on the Englishman's shirt.

[mrmoneypenny]

Villiers purrs quietly.

And when the kiss breaks, dips his head down to press lips against Imriel's neck, his own hands absently joining Sam's.

[broodingbacchus]

Since the two of them appear to have Villiers' shirt under control, Imriel takes the opportunity to shift his focus and kiss Sam instead.

For fairness' sake.