Xander's Apartment
October 27th, 2001, late
October 28th, 2001, early
Many, Many Beers Later
"She turned you inna a newt? Hahahahaha!"
"I got better!"
*clank-clatter*
"SHHHHHSHMHSSHH! You're gonna wake up Larry. Here, gimme the key, I'll do it."
*click* *stumble* *click*
"You hear 'im snoring? Noo. No Larry. Larry's got a date. He's all dateimificated."
"Dateimi...how many beers you have?"
"Was my dad in the bar?"
"Yeah...."
"Not enough."
*snort* "Your dad's a dick."
"You have really...really nice breasts."
"...again, yeah...also huh?"
"Sorry, thought it was State The Obvious Day."
"You're so not gay."
"See I kept telling people that? Like Willow. And Larry. And...peoples."
"Ohmigod Larry. You and Larry."
"No, you an me. Me Xander you Faith. No Larry. ...Larry's on a dateimificationey...thing."
"No but...so you're not, like? You know, with him?"
"Nooooo. Well, couple seven eightish times maybe but no. Not like that. You wanna um. Coffee maybe or somethin'? Or I got a lil space evil left I think. S'in my room."
"No, I wanna see."
"See what? Where you goin'?"
*Books sliding across a shelf, then the -thud- -thud- -thud- of three of them falling on the floor*
"Wanna see that yearbook thingy. Me anna puppy. I wanna see my puppy."
"S'not in there. S'in my room too. C'mon."
...
"...you're a slob. Heh."
*thud*
"...s'it still State the Obvious Day? Uh lemme think. ...I'm really drunk."
"Could be."
*thud*
"Fuck. Did I, hunh. Break that?"
*oof*
"Uh...no? That dun have breaky-parts. No bones."
*snicker*
"Heh, bones."
"....hehehehehehh, heh. You're not boney."
*poke poke*
"'Cept that part."
*yawn*
"Comfy."
*shift*
*twitch*
"Uh..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Warm, too."
*squirm*
*squirm*
"Smell like beer. 'S nice."
*twitchtwitchshifttwitch*
"You smell nice too. Not uh, s'comfy though."
"...whoops." *shiftsquirmshift*
"That better? Heh."
*swift intake of breath*
"...define 'better'."
*snicker*
"Hey."
*poke poke*
"You 'member.. how to do this? How long 's been?"
*squirm*
"Uhhhh...like this..."
*silence, then the soft sound of fingers sliding over fabric, then not over fabric*
"...this?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yeahhh."
*sound of a zipper being slowly and very very carefully pulled down*
"Uhhh..." *complete lack of sound of someone trying to count on his fingers while there are OMGWTF zipper-things happening* "There was beer. And now math? Nonono. You were there. You do the math."
"...um. What?"
*could be the sound of fingers moving... and then pausing*
"No. Way."
*poke*
"Dude!"
"Way. Dude."
*snicker*
"Oh man. Dude. The dude. Would so kick my ass for this."
"What dude?"
*squirmmmm*
*fingers start walking again*
"Two. Years. An' then some. Hunh."
"Well, I could've. With um, the dude. S'a girl-dude. But no Easter 'cause boyfriend. Hers not mine. Mine's Jewish. Was. Will be. Wasn't yet. Boyfriend, not Jewish, he was kinda born that way except not yet. I talk a lot oh EM GEE...."
*less talking, more breathing*
*dirty, pleased chuckling*
"I r'member. The talking. But. Ohemgeeeee? 'S new."
*heavy breathing, mmm'ing, and something like "--there. Oh. Em. Gee. Mmmmmmmmmmmm...."
*slightly surprised drunken smirks really make no sound*
"Huh..." does, though.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
*fumbling in pockets*
*poking in ribs, possible licking of neck*
"... where?"
"...huh? Oh. Uh."
*creak of springs and the sound of a wooden drawer sliding open, then closed*
"Woooooo. Hoo. Heh."
*more springs creak, bounce*
*slither of cotton, unsnap of bra*
*...and the shirt falls where it may*
"Hey. C'mere. Help."
*complete lack of creak for a long, long moment*
"...Really really really nice."
"Goddamn button-fly. Fingers not working. You do it."
*heavy breathing, pleased chuckle*
"Gimme that. Can do this. Hold. Still."
*sound of somebody being really really good at following orders*
*which doesn't make a lot of sound at all, in this case*
"Hey. S'okay? Right? 'Cause... last time, was, you know. Last time."
*more creaking*
*fingers in hair*
"Can stop. 'F you want... Mmmmnnnnnnmmmmmmm....."
"Huh? Las' time was...oh that last time."
*long pause, and a breath that might sound like somebody's hands are around somebody else's throat, except they're not*
*and then another, fast, but deep and easy*
"S'okay. Different now."
"That. Is good. Yeahhhh...."
*and there's a smile in the voice*
*denim being pushed off and aside*
*silk too*
*and what is most definitely skin on skin, with some variation of lips on skin, and other happy enthusiastic sounds*
"S'good, yeah, just..."
*noises that would definitely wake up Larry if he wasn't dateimifying and if either of them were thinking really hard or much at all they'd notice the time and realize similar noises were probably being made on said dateimificationing but they aren't because hi beer and the happening of noisemaking things, except Xander is just a little and what he's thinking is pretty much what he says because he's Xander and filters right now = hahaha except all he says is*
"Different.." again, only with less breath, and it's small and a little far away, like he's talking to somebody else, but it's not sad, it's just... "Yeah."
And then "OH Yeah" which isn't small or far away at all.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Held for a very long time, at various volumes and pitches.
Settling into: "Yeah."
And a long, slow breath, maybe relief, maybe something else, released as a body goes completely boneless.
*long, long pause*
*long pause, with eyes shut, just breathing*
*eyes open*
"... why're you staring at the ceiling?"
"Kinna waitin' f'r a girl to throw a shoe at me. Too far away, I guess."
"..."
*pause*
"Shut up an' sleep, Xander. 'S too early for that shit. Too late... too something."
*snuggle*
*squirm*
siiiiiiiiigh
*sleepy indecipherable mutter*
*which could be indecipherable because there's a tongue being stuck out at the ceiling*
*just saying*
[ N so much with the WS. Faith courtesy mparker17. Faith icon courtesy faithsolace.com. Lather, rinse, repeat previous note.]
October 28th, 2001, early
Many, Many Beers Later
"She turned you inna a newt? Hahahahaha!"
"I got better!"
*clank-clatter*
"SHHHHHSHMHSSHH! You're gonna wake up Larry. Here, gimme the key, I'll do it."
*click* *stumble* *click*
"You hear 'im snoring? Noo. No Larry. Larry's got a date. He's all dateimificated."
"Dateimi...how many beers you have?"
"Was my dad in the bar?"
"Yeah...."
"Not enough."
*snort* "Your dad's a dick."
"You have really...really nice breasts."
"...again, yeah...also huh?"
"Sorry, thought it was State The Obvious Day."
"You're so not gay."
"See I kept telling people that? Like Willow. And Larry. And...peoples."
"Ohmigod Larry. You and Larry."
"No, you an me. Me Xander you Faith. No Larry. ...Larry's on a dateimificationey...thing."
"No but...so you're not, like? You know, with him?"
"Nooooo. Well, couple seven eightish times maybe but no. Not like that. You wanna um. Coffee maybe or somethin'? Or I got a lil space evil left I think. S'in my room."
"No, I wanna see."
"See what? Where you goin'?"
*Books sliding across a shelf, then the -thud- -thud- -thud- of three of them falling on the floor*
"Wanna see that yearbook thingy. Me anna puppy. I wanna see my puppy."
"S'not in there. S'in my room too. C'mon."
...
"...you're a slob. Heh."
*thud*
"...s'it still State the Obvious Day? Uh lemme think. ...I'm really drunk."
"Could be."
*thud*
"Fuck. Did I, hunh. Break that?"
*oof*
"Uh...no? That dun have breaky-parts. No bones."
*snicker*
"Heh, bones."
"....hehehehehehh, heh. You're not boney."
*poke poke*
"'Cept that part."
*yawn*
"Comfy."
*shift*
*twitch*
"Uh..."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Warm, too."
*squirm*
*squirm*
"Smell like beer. 'S nice."
*twitchtwitchshifttwitch*
"You smell nice too. Not uh, s'comfy though."
"...whoops." *shiftsquirmshift*
"That better? Heh."
*swift intake of breath*
"...define 'better'."
*snicker*
"Hey."
*poke poke*
"You 'member.. how to do this? How long 's been?"
*squirm*
"Uhhhh...like this..."
*silence, then the soft sound of fingers sliding over fabric, then not over fabric*
"...this?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yeahhh."
*sound of a zipper being slowly and very very carefully pulled down*
"Uhhh..." *complete lack of sound of someone trying to count on his fingers while there are OMGWTF zipper-things happening* "There was beer. And now math? Nonono. You were there. You do the math."
"...um. What?"
*could be the sound of fingers moving... and then pausing*
"No. Way."
*poke*
"Dude!"
"Way. Dude."
*snicker*
"Oh man. Dude. The dude. Would so kick my ass for this."
"What dude?"
*squirmmmm*
*fingers start walking again*
"Two. Years. An' then some. Hunh."
"Well, I could've. With um, the dude. S'a girl-dude. But no Easter 'cause boyfriend. Hers not mine. Mine's Jewish. Was. Will be. Wasn't yet. Boyfriend, not Jewish, he was kinda born that way except not yet. I talk a lot oh EM GEE...."
*less talking, more breathing*
*dirty, pleased chuckling*
"I r'member. The talking. But. Ohemgeeeee? 'S new."
*heavy breathing, mmm'ing, and something like "--there. Oh. Em. Gee. Mmmmmmmmmmmm...."
*slightly surprised drunken smirks really make no sound*
"Huh..." does, though.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
*fumbling in pockets*
*poking in ribs, possible licking of neck*
"... where?"
"...huh? Oh. Uh."
*creak of springs and the sound of a wooden drawer sliding open, then closed*
"Woooooo. Hoo. Heh."
*more springs creak, bounce*
*slither of cotton, unsnap of bra*
*...and the shirt falls where it may*
"Hey. C'mere. Help."
*complete lack of creak for a long, long moment*
"...Really really really nice."
"Goddamn button-fly. Fingers not working. You do it."
*heavy breathing, pleased chuckle*
"Gimme that. Can do this. Hold. Still."
*sound of somebody being really really good at following orders*
*which doesn't make a lot of sound at all, in this case*
"Hey. S'okay? Right? 'Cause... last time, was, you know. Last time."
*more creaking*
*fingers in hair*
"Can stop. 'F you want... Mmmmnnnnnnmmmmmmm....."
"Huh? Las' time was...oh that last time."
*long pause, and a breath that might sound like somebody's hands are around somebody else's throat, except they're not*
*and then another, fast, but deep and easy*
"S'okay. Different now."
"That. Is good. Yeahhhh...."
*and there's a smile in the voice*
*denim being pushed off and aside*
*silk too*
*and what is most definitely skin on skin, with some variation of lips on skin, and other happy enthusiastic sounds*
"S'good, yeah, just..."
*noises that would definitely wake up Larry if he wasn't dateimifying and if either of them were thinking really hard or much at all they'd notice the time and realize similar noises were probably being made on said dateimificationing but they aren't because hi beer and the happening of noisemaking things, except Xander is just a little and what he's thinking is pretty much what he says because he's Xander and filters right now = hahaha except all he says is*
"Different.." again, only with less breath, and it's small and a little far away, like he's talking to somebody else, but it's not sad, it's just... "Yeah."
And then "OH Yeah" which isn't small or far away at all.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Held for a very long time, at various volumes and pitches.
Settling into: "Yeah."
And a long, slow breath, maybe relief, maybe something else, released as a body goes completely boneless.
*long, long pause*
*long pause, with eyes shut, just breathing*
*eyes open*
"... why're you staring at the ceiling?"
"Kinna waitin' f'r a girl to throw a shoe at me. Too far away, I guess."
"..."
*pause*
"Shut up an' sleep, Xander. 'S too early for that shit. Too late... too something."
*snuggle*
*squirm*
siiiiiiiiigh
*sleepy indecipherable mutter*
*which could be indecipherable because there's a tongue being stuck out at the ceiling*
*just saying*
[ N so much with the WS. Faith courtesy mparker17. Faith icon courtesy faithsolace.com. Lather, rinse, repeat previous note.]