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Darien's in the bar.

He's found a nice little corner near the fireplace and he's sucking down a coffee that he obviously hadn't gotten here. He's just come back from the Keep and...

A week or so more and he should be normal.

The scent of coffee mixed with the cloth of the couch is almost soothing in it's familiarity and he almost looks like he might be dozing. He's not, but he might look like it.

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"Not if they can't see where it is."

He presses a kiss to Charlie's lips.

Charlie laughs against his mouth. "I don't think this business venture has much of a future, alas."

He smiles and nods.

"Yes, because I'm not an exhibitionist and you're not a con man."

He smirks.

"Then again, anyone who'd want to watch the two of us does at least show they have some taste."

Charlie nods solemnly. "Yes. In this relationship, I'm the exhibitionist."

"And I'm the conman."

He smirks.

"The snake-oil salesman."

"What does one do with snake oil, exactly?" Charlie ponders.

"I guess the same kind of thing you'd use regular oil for," he answers with quirked lips. "Cept for cooking. No way am I cooking with that."

"Supposedly snake tastes like chicken, so it'd probably just be like cooking with animal oil. Mm, larrrrrd . . ." He laughs again.

He sticks out his tongue.

"Ick, man."

"I've watched enough of the cooking channel to know that sometimes you really just need animal fat. For, um, buttermilk biscuits and such. I think."

"I just don't like the idea of snake," he admits. "I've used lard before."

"If you don't want to cook with snake I won't request it." He runs a hand over the 'do.

"I'll make you something good when I--man, I actually got it looking good today."

Pouting.

Charlie kisses his nose and combs his hair back to its normal poofy state with his fingers. "You're gorgeous now," he says with a nod. "And you always cook me something good."

"I wasn't gorgeous before?"

Pouting again.

Charlie kisses the pout. "Yes, you vain thing, you were gorgeous before. But now you're gorgeous and you've got poofy hair."

He rolls his eyes.

"It's not poofy."

"It's . . . standy-uppy."

"Thank you."

And now he dips to get in a lick on Charlie's neck.

Charlie yelps and squirms, and licks Darien's neck right back.

He chuckles and lets the Quicksilver flow into his eyes, making them black holes but giving him sight.

A smile.

"Love you."

"Love you too." He rubs their noses together. "Because you cook for me with larrrrrrrrd."

He smiles, eyes half-lidded before pressing in for another kiss.

"Dork."

"Yes," Charlie says comfortably. "And what does that say about you, since you love me."

"Means I'm a dork-lover," he answers.

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bloodyrockgod - 2006-09-21 18:53 (UTC) - Expand

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