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[necessary_child]

One Friendly Neighbourhood Lucifer, sprawled on a sofa with a book. Periodically, he reaches out for an After Eight chocolate from the box next to him, or (depending on how lazy he's feeling) one of the little square chocolates levitates itself to him.

DEFINITELY botherable.

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal, of course, goes (slightly) out of his way to swipe a chocolate before inviting himself to sit on the sofa Sam has claimed. You'd think no one ever taught him any manners.

He also preemptively sets his raktajino aside.

Then he eats his stolen chocolate.

Then he says,

"Hi."

Surely Sam can understand that set of priorities.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal chuckles and leans over to kiss Sam's cheek, up to the side near his eye.

"I think we'll manage."

[necessary_child]

Sam smiles, putting his hand up to touch Cal's hair.

"We'll struggle through, I expect," he agrees. "Just about, anyway."

[isaysimplewords]

Cal shifts to sit closer to Sam, leaning against him.

"You don't usually seem to mind," he observes.

[necessary_child]

Sam drapes an arm around him.

"It's the way you're so horrible and irritating," he explains. "It distracts me."

[isaysimplewords]

"You're not the first to say that, you know."

Just in case Sam was trying to be original.

[necessary_child]

"Yeah," Sam says assuredly, "but I still say it best, so that's all right."

[isaysimplewords]

"Says who?"

Cal can be unoriginal too, you know.

[necessary_child]

"Me." Wait, you were expecting more originality? "And I know you agree with my mouth."

[isaysimplewords]

"I like your mouth better when it's being quiet."

Or when only certain sounds are coming out of it.

[necessary_child]

"Quiet? When have I ever been quiet?"

[isaysimplewords]

Clearly a demonstration is being hinted for in order. Cal obliges, reaching up to give Sam a kiss.

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses back, but doesn't forget to make a noise - soft and happy - as he does.

What, did Cal think he was making a point or something?

[isaysimplewords]

As a matter of fact, judging by the slight smirk Sam can probably feel tugging on Cal's lips, Cal has just won this round. It's all about the reverse psychology.

[necessary_child]

Mmm. Cal can think that if he wants: the truth is, Sam doesn't really mind. Cal is talented that way.

His hand rests lightly on Cal's chest, just below his collarbone.

[isaysimplewords]

In a competition like this, everyone wins.

It's just that this time, Cal wins even more.

"See," he murmurs, "this is much better."