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David walks in, a large, leather-bound copy of Paradise Lost in his hands. He takes a look around, obviously hoping to see someone, before sighing tiredly and settling down by the couches to read.

[ooc: another Loki-trick for David, but wander over into the fun and watch me flail. Loki's not the only one hoping he gets it right...]

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There's a strange genuine quality to David's look, something not so much notably absent before as present now. He runs a hand along Charlie's jaw, down his cheek.

"You can't do that to yourself, love. You can't. If there is anything I've learned over the years, it is that 'what if' is the most dangerous and destructive question you can ask yourself."

He leans forward and presses a light kiss to Charlie's lips, nose nudging his face up just enough for David to look at his eyes.

"Please don't?"

Charlie's eyes close and his head moves closer to David's, as if he wants the kiss to continue without realizing it. "Maybe it's just that I miss you," he says quietly.

"Maybe you miss the idea of us, what you remember we were."

He is just as quiet.

"Maybe." He pulls away and leans back on the couch with a sigh. He looks at David. "Am I pathetic?"

David shakes his head.

"No, you're human. That's all."

He reaches a hand out to touch Charlie carefully on the shoulder.

"You've got a big heart, love. It's no wonder you keep so much and so many inside of it."

"And here I thought I was just promiscuous," Charlie says and nudges David's knee with his own.

David nudges back with a laugh.

"That too."

Charlie chuckles and moves his head closer to David's shoulder again, if not resting on it entirely.

David sighs a little tiredly and turns to press a kiss to Charlie's forehead.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Charlie murmurs, looking at him through half-closed eyes. "Anything you want to tell me?"

He shakes his head, carefully so as not to knock into Charlie.

"No. Just concerned about you and a few others. You know how this place is... always something going wrong."

"True enough." He strokes David's cheek. "Anything I can do?"

David smiles and turns to press a kiss to Charlie's hand.

"No, love, just the usual. But don't think I don't appreciate the offer."

"The usual, eh? Cuddle you, yell at you, or lick you?" He smiles, keeping his hand cupping David's jaw.

"I believe the phrase is 'two out of three ain't bad'?"

He smiles and leans forward to give a teasing lick to Charlie's neck.

Charlie yelps because damn his neck is ticklish, and then licks him back.

David laughs, but quite obviously not at the tickling. He's just amused.

"Oh, as if you've got a chance."

David goes for his neck again.

More yelping and squirming, with some "Ack! I can't--David--breathe--" and he grips David's waist, trying to get some leverage as he laughs helplessly.

He leans back with a satisfied grin before reaching forward to lick the tip of Charlie's nose.

"Then my job is done, I suppose."

"Wanker," Charlie says, narrowing his eyes, but chuckling with deep affection. He's still holding David's waist and his fingers flex a little. Quite possibly with muscle-memory.

He smirks.

"Actually, I find I don't really have to since I can find someone to do it for me."

He's still laughing a little as well.

"And cheeky, too," Charlie says. "We are full of ourselves today."

He grins.

"Something like that."

Charlie lets go of his waist and leans back into the couch again. "I'll try not to envy you too much."

He laughs.

"Oh, thank you, love. I can be glad of that at least."

He notices a familiar face (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3114557.html) and sighs with relief that he didn't notice him. It will take some serious explanation to deal with this.

He smiles at Charlie.

"I just saw someone come in that I need to speak to, though. You won't be too mad at me if I scuttle off, will you?"

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