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Boys-Only Valentine's Day Strategic Session (Sixth Floor Common Room, 7:30PM FHT)

Okay, so it's a little dusty in here. Anders grabs one of the couch cushions and gives the tables and chairs a quick wipedown. Then, coughing, he straightens up the rest of the couch cushions and lays out the several trays' worth of loot from Jeff, the God of Biscuits on the countertop. He's a little bit out of breath by the time he runs down to his room and back up for the sodas, cups, and chips, but everything is pretty much good to go for tonight's big guys-only brainstorming session.

He flops down onto one of the couches and waits for John and whoever else might show up.

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Krycek blinked and looked from Callisto to Angel somewhat bemusedly. "Really now?"

"Whatever the girlfriend wants," Angel said.

"Oh don't look so excited," Krycek said dryly. He stepped up, dusting his hands off - and a small cloud of glitter did indeed poof up from the motion - and cocked his head at Angel. "Ready?"

Angel looked at the glitter balefully. "Sure."

Figuring what the hell, he grabbed Krycek by the front of his shirt, tugged him over, and started to kiss.

Rory stared.

"Yeah. Not annoying at all," she said happily.

"Sparkly," Bridge observes absently.

"So much pretty," Rory agreed.

""My pretty," Callisto declared, glad that Jake wasn't around to ~~kill both their boyfriends~~ argue.

"Your pretty," Rory agreed. "Jakey's going to freak."

"Yep," Callisto nodded. "We're going to have to find someone to take the blame."

"Not it," Rory said, tilting her head to try watching from a new angle.

Callisto copied Rory's headtilt. "I'm thinking Skeeter."

"How?" Rory asked distractedly

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upforachase.livejournal.com - 2006-02-09 06:28 (UTC) - Expand

Callisto? Definitely in her happy place.

Krycek was beginning to wonder if he wasn't aggressive enough. But kissing Angel wasn't quite a hardship, so he let that thought go and kissed back, hands reaching to grab Angel's shoulders for balance.

Angel moved a hand up to tangle in Krycek's hair. If he was going to get glittered, he might as well go all out.

If that deepend the kiss in the process, well damn.

Damn indeed. Krycek made a sound not unlike a groan as he leaned into the kiss, fingers digging into Angel's shoulders.

Xander didn't actually say 'Whoa' this time. He really didn't say much of anything at all.

If you were a vampire and weren't, oh, say, distracted by something, you might be able to hear the little gerbil in his head running so fast in its wee little wheel that its tiny squeaks were drowned out by the shrieking of metal as the thing overheated and the resultant smoke and sparks did terrible things to Xander's cerebral cortex.

Humans would just think he'd gone really, really quiet. And somewhat pale.

Angel was only hu - uh, scratch that. Only male. If good kissing was happening and the girlfriend liked the view, who was he to say no?

Likewise, Krycek was a little involved and so? Not much in the way of distractable from 200 years of experience being practically applied upon his mouth. He was giving back as good as he was able, because you couldn't really not do likewise and feel good about yourself in the morning.

The kissing got deeper still. Angel explored Krycek's mouth with his lips and tongue as though geniunely expecting to find something there.

When he didn't find it, or perhaps when he much belatedly remembered that humans were awfully fond of the ability to breathe, he finally pulled back.

"Um... Huh."

Callisto fell off the couch. Considering she wasn't sitting on one, this was quite a feat.

Angel looked at her with ~~glittery~~ concern. "You okay?"

Then, more to the point, "Feel like going back to your place now?"

"My place, my place is good," Callisto agreed.

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notstakedyet.livejournal.com - 2006-02-09 06:07 (UTC) - Expand

Krycek had to remember that he was supposed to be breathing, yes, and got right on that, blinking owlishly with one hand on Angel's arm in case his knees decided that standing was no longer an option. "...Yeah. Hm."

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