Camulus's room, Sunday evening

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Camulus really had no idea how he had managed to get himself into this situation. Making noodles for Orlin, of all people. That irritating little Ancient who knew exactly how to get under his skin. He scowled at the noodles. They didn't even have the good grace to burn so their dinner would be ruined. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes to seven

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He paused and couldn't help but flash his ever present grin at Camulus.

"I don't know what it is, but I'd argue we're doing it rather well. What'll it be? To continue or pass on to lesser desserts?"

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Orlin's hands slipped down, aiding as best he could when he had trouble with the button on the jeans. It was rather stiff, then again, it could also be from the fact that the fabric was rather stretched over that lower bit of anatomy that randomly comes to life.

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And Camulus certainly had an appreciation for how lively it was, grinning when Orlin scrambled to help.

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"You look lovely when you smile," Orlin breathed, catching Camulus' face in one hand and kissing him hard, "I like it."

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Camulus faltered, completely floored by that statement. All he could do was kiss Orlin back.

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Orlin grinned.

So that's all it took did it?

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Camulus's hands moved back to Orlin's hips, stripping off his pants.

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"Actually," Orlin murmerd, rolling away and catching his pants before they mwere more then half off, "I'd be get, er, be off."

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"WHAT?"

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Orlin turned bright red and looked incredibly nervous.

"I... well... I don't know exactly how this body works yet and..."

Basically, performance anxiety.

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Camulus rose, six feet of naked, pissed-off, half-aroused Celt, his face almost purple with fury, not believing him. "Get out."

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Orlin glared right back, unphased by his physical prescence.

"What, you know whta this body does do you? I'll have you know I've only had it for three weeks and not done anything like this the entore time! Men! Goa'ulds!"

He grabbed his muscles top and looked around for his button down, remembering belatedly it was in the kitchen.

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"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Camulus growled, not moving for his own clothes. "You don't know how to fuck?"

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Orlin gave him a disgusted look.

"I know the technical aspects of it. What the body does before, during after. But it's been millenia since I last had a body, and I think that's a ratehr long time to not do something! Not everything is like riding a bloody bicycle!"

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Camulus growled. "So you're not even going to try?" Abruptly he threw up his hands and turned away. "I don't even know why I'm doing this! I don't even like you! Just get out. Out!"

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Orlin smirked again.

"My brian thinks to much. I'll just leave you that triffle." Enjoy!"