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Archie's got a booth. And a scotch. He's sitting in the booth, he's just staring at the scotch.

The quietest of sounds, a moan or a whimper? Who can tell? And he is pulling her still closer, strong arms holding her, supporting her, clinging to her despreately even as he devours her mouth with his own. Hot and sweet, and what he ever did without her he does not know.

She most certainly does whimper in the back of her throat, and breathlessly moves to trail hot kisses down the side of his neck.

""

He brushes his lips lightly across the shell of her ear.

"Where shall we go? There is no one to open a door for us to the sea..."

He nibbles gently at that spot just behind her earlobe, just to feel her tremble in his arms.

She does shiver when he does that. Then Svava laughs, near soundlessly.

""

A low, rumbling chuckle, more felt than heard.

"Yes, but you love me for all that, and I am grateful."

A kiss dropped between her eyes.

"I think that we can perhaps make our way there without too much incident. I think I might have a few things I've left up there..."

""

Svava does not mention the red speedos. She's still hoping Archie never saw them.

She smiles slowly at him, one hand against his chest, before Svava leans back in to kiss Archie again.

Softly, between kisses.

"You need to get out of the booth before I can, sweetest. Isn't there a rule about doing what I want to do to you in the middle of the bar?"

He trails his fingers lightly down her back, hip, leg in illustration.

All this time- and Svava's not ever heard that there's more than two rules for Milliways.

She's still not likely to break the third and forth rule here, though. She shivers, and grabs for Archie's hand, standing up and pulling him out of the booth. (Svava makes notes to similarly torment him upstairs.)

""

"Which is why it is imperitive that we retreat there posthaste"

He takes advantage of standing up close to her to nibble lightly down her neck.

"" She laughs quietly, then shivers, eyes closing.

"No, this is not going anywhere at all. We shall have to remedy that."

So he picks her up and (very gently) tosses her over his shoulder. He'll put her down after a few steps, he's just making a point. Or something.

Just a quiet laugh of surprised, as Svava tries to keep her balance on his shoulder.

"Archie!"

He won't let her fall, but he wouldn't be complaining that she's wiggling a bit. He starts for the stairs.

"Well, you weren't getting us anywhere..."

He sets her down on the bottom step so that she is taller than he is now and he is looking up at her, his hands resting lightly on her hips.

"I love you.

Svava smiles, cupping his cheek with her hand.

"

It is like a benediction to him, a blessing. He smiles up at her, pure and joyful in spite of everything. He takes her hands and kisses the tips of her fingers, then, still smiling, leads her up the stairs.

And then up to her room.

FTB

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