And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[agloriousthing]

He'd talk but hot damn, he wants to take this one home.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

In this brave and shiny new continuity, to which Shulkie adopts with ease, he has a damn good chance of being able to do so.

After a kiss that is the kiss to end all kisses (until the next one, that is), a kiss that defies oxygen for almost a full two minutes, there is a pause.

The pause, naturally, is so that Jen can pick him up in her arms, bride-over-the-threshold style.

[agloriousthing]

His grin is a marvelous and happy thing,

"Shall we adjourn somewhere more private?"

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jen likes that. She likes everything, from his dashing curls to his conveniently revealing shirt baring a very, very nice chest to the carnal sparkle in his eyes to the fact that, in a day or so, she can come back to Milliways, meet him for the first time all over again, and bed him for a second (or will that be fifth?) time.

"I've got an orgy-sized bed, thick walls, whipped cream, and a gallon of rum back home. Shall we?"

[agloriousthing]

His answer is a kiss since how else do you answer that but with unbridled lust.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Ten seconds later, he's being carried over the threshold into her bedroom and tossed onto a bed with green (high threadcount, of course) satin sheets, after a pit stop for ice and rum in the kitchen.

Maybe tomorrow she'll remember to thank the Fourth Wall. But tonight? She has a pirate king to ravish.

The door is kicked close behind her.