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Isabel walks over to him bearing...a twinkie. Yes she's the best girlfriend a guy could hope for without building one...not that Warren would...or...anything.

"I've got a present for you."

No. Warren? Build a...? Never! That's...silly...

He swivels around on his stool.

"Yeah?"

And she holds up the twinkie. "It doesn't even come with healthy good for you crap." She smiles, sitting on the table and handing it to him.

He accepts her present, unwraps it, and introduces it to his mouth.

"Thanks, Baby."

He does not talk with his mouth full.

River tilts her head slowly, and looks at the girl sitting on the table.

There are rather perverted jokes she could make in regards to the cream in his mouth and something that'd happened last night but...she doesn't. It doesn't even cross her mind.

"You are more than welcome." She adjusts so she's on the table in front of him. She leans forward, kissing his forehead.

He leans into her kiss, then sits back and stretches again. His shirt rides up to reveal a roll of Warren-tummy. He doesn't seem to notice.

"How much more?"

"Infinitely more." Warren-tummy. So cute. She wants to poke it but he'd take it wrong. She doesn't show Isabel-tummy but there is Isabel-clevage, which is maybe as good. "You tired, honey?"

River wanders off again. The attention span is kind of variable.

"Stiff," he explains. He tugs at the hem of his T-shirt, having noticed it's ascension. He's noticed their audience as well. It's the creeeeeeepy girl...

Isabel was basically clueless. She pouts at her boyfriend. "No more tummy?" She leans forward, kissing him softly on the lips. "Why stiff?"

He laughs, nervously.

"Uh, n-no. No giving the bar a, uh, free show."

He gives the shirt a final tug. No shirt shall embarrass him.

"Uh, just...you know."

It's possible he pulled a muscle last night. Not that he's complaining. He watches River move on. He can't help but wonder what she was going to say this time.

"Did you get a work out last night or something?" A teasing smile plays her lips.

"What hurts?"

He's almost embarrassed. Except not. Because sexual prowess: woo!

"I might have gotten a little exercise," he teases back.

And his lower back might be protesting, but it was worth it.

"Just a little?"

If she weren't an alien there would be circles present under her eyes. But she is, so there aren't.

"See me, I'm a little tired I think. Didn't get a lot of sleep or anything."

Make-up sex...really truly was the best.

He snickers at her, immaturely.

"No, you didn't," he agrees. "And you, uh, had me up all night."

Oh! Inuendo!

Her bottom lips moves, lodging coyly between her teeth. "Me? I don't think I'm the one to blame." She slides off the table and onto his lap. "I'm not the one all pained today...too bad you'll be out of commission for awhile."

"Uh...no. No I'm not," he protests.

Especially not with a lap full of her.

"I'm the innocent one. You corrupted me."

She presses her lips to his again. "You only have yourself to blame for hurting. I don't even know what I'm doing."

"Ye-es, you do-o," he mumbles into her lips.

His hands wander a little bit.

"Then apparently you're a good teacher." She giggles softly against his mouth. Yes things were back to normal for the pair. She plants another kiss on him and then moves to nuzzle his neck, then kisses it softly. "Is that appropriate touching you're doing to me, Mr. Meers?"

"No," he admits.

"And yet that doesn't seem to deter you. And I don't seem to be stopping you." She rocks her hips gently foward. "I should smack you."

"Yes. Please."

He grabs for her hips.

Her eyes close as she obligingly pushes forward again. "We should...take this upstairs..." She murmurs, moving to nip his ear. She doesn't seem like she's getting up...he probably is though...ehem.

His fingers creep under her shirt and poke her tummy, although there is nothing there to poke.

"You, uh," he shudders, "...I can't...carry you."

"I know..." The muscles of her stomach flinch as his fingers move across them. She kisses him and then manages to force herself to stand up. Apparently they were still in the make-up sex stage.

He stands as well, and stretches his back one last time.

"Come on, old man. See if you can keep up tonight..."

She reaches for his hand, squeezing it gently.

He smirks at her and grabs her around the waist again; steers her to the stairs.

She lets out a little squeak as he grabs her, smiling playfully at him. She loves her boyfriend, and it's obvious.

As they make their way to their room he brings his mouth close to her ear, and whispers:

"If I'm such an invalid, then maybe you wanna be on top tonight, eh, Kitten?"

"That's what I was thinking." She pulls him close to her, grabbing onto his shirt. As she kisses him she backs him towards the bed.