New Orleans, Hotel Maison de Ville, Cottage 7, Saturday morning

[walter_n_wires]

After a handwaved drive into New Orleans and Vlad's kindly "convincing" the concierge that there was no problem with finding the pair a cottage, the two had been comfortably ensconced in their quarters for the weekend.

The rest of the night's activities might be left to the imagination.

When breakfast was delivered, Walter forced himself out of

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[noapte_denoapte]

"Yes."

Vlad would not usually give such a quick, definitive answer to such a vague question. But, given everything that 'this' could possibly be, 'yes' was really the only answer, wasn't it.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter laughed and slid down in the bed, setting the coffee aside to draw Vlad into his arms again. The vampire was still almost warm from the shared warmth in their bed. "Mind the tray, it's silver."

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad made a face then pressed his lips to Walter's temple.

"I can cope with a silver tray, Angel."

[walter_n_wires]

Walter laughed and quietly nipped Vlad's neck as remonstration. "And I could quite cope if there was a loose floorboard that might nip my bare toe, but you might mention it to me."

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad's lips stretched into a lazy smile even as he gave a small shudder at the nip.

"I might..."

[walter_n_wires]

"You might," Walter agreed, nuzzling where he had nipped. "Or you might watch to see how I would react."

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad grinned and gave Walter's hair a none too gentle tug.

"It's a far better way to get to know people. Much more accurate then asking them about their favourite book."

[walter_n_wires]

"You already know me," Walter said, letting his head move with the tug. "Intimately. What would I do?"

[noapte_denoapte]

"What time of day is it, and how long since your last meal and cigarette?"

[walter_n_wires]

"First thing in the morning, I've just woken up and I'm on my way to the toilet."

[noapte_denoapte]

"Hrm... You'd stop and put your foot there again, just to make sure you'd really felt that. Then, when it did, you'd glare at the floor board for having the temerity to pinch your toe. You probably wouldn't curse. But, you'd mumble something and make your way to the bathroom, refusing to favor your pinched toe. Because the floor board would still be right there, and you wouldn't want to give it the satisfaction."

[walter_n_wires]

"You forgot the part where I'd find a hammer and nail after I woke up and then give it a good pounding to teach it to never do that again."

[noapte_denoapte]

"Is that what a good pounding would do?"

[walter_n_wires]

"For a floor, yes." Walter nuzzled under Vlad's jaw. "Not so much so for a smartass vampire."

[noapte_denoapte]

Vlad closed his eyes and leaned into the nuzzling.

"We're rather incorrigable that way."

He glanced over at the tray and then back to Walter.

"So, does the room service meet your exacting standards, Angel?"

[walter_n_wires]

"I have no complaints as yet," Walter murmured as he worked his way with light kisses up to Vlad's lips. "Although I've only had a few sips of chicory coffee so far."