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Darien trots down the steps and deposites himself on a bar stool before getting a Corona. He asks the bar for a book of some sort, only it's not his usual; no philosophy or classic literature or art criticism. No, instead it's a large book with a great deal of pictures.

A hair style book.

...it is quite obvious from the grin on his face that he's planning on doing something about someone's 'Do.

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He almost spits out his beer.

"Charlie? I'm drinking here."

Shiver.

"I'm just sayin'."

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, Bobby's not really my type."

He pulls Charlie a little closer and runs the end of his nose and the tips of his lips along Charlie's throat.

"You, on the other hand..."

"I defy type," Charlie murmurs, grinning, and kisses Darien's forehead.

"Which is why you're perfect."

And he just smiles up at Charlie before kissing a line down to his shoulder.

"Now, uh...apartment? I'll have to see where the door goes, but I'm thinking it'll be from when I came back in here, which is at the front door of the Agency."

Thank god.

Mm . . . he lets out a slow breath at the kisses and smiles at Darien hazily. "And we can go to your place from there?"

He nods.

"Yeah, I've got this really awesome thing, this 'car'..."

The sarcasm is stealing all his words.

"Dork." He kisses Darien's neck. "I don't know if you have to fly home from the agency or what, you know."

"In my invisible jet plane?"

He rolls his eyes before they shut slowly at the kisses.

"No, baby. We're, uh, pretty low budget."

"Mm," Charlie confirms and continues kissing him. "Yeah, in your invisible jet plane. And you live in an invisible house, right? With invisible chairs and invisible tables."

He nods as he keeps up with the kiss.

"Hope you're...ready for the dress code. Invisible...clothing."

"I think I can handle that, if you can handle looking at me like that." He preens a little.

"I could handle a whole lotta that. I just hope you don't mind looking at me like that."

"I love looking at you like that," Charlie says, looking at Darien through lowered eyelashes.

"Do you really?"

He looks intrigued. Mock intrigued, as if he didn't know, but intrigued. Then he shakes his head, delivers a kiss to Charlie's nose, and nods to the door.

"Okay, you're hot, I'm hot, dinner needs to get started so, uh, onward ho?"

Charlie laughs. "You're even hotter when you're cooking. Let's go."

He chuckles and leads the way out. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/qsilver_lab_rat/6763.html)

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