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Clothing appears in silvery piles on the bedroom floor and there's the soft sound of laughter. Pasta can wait.

"Bed's that way," says Charlie from nowhere.

[ooc: blah blah blah boysmutcakes.]

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"Love you too," Charlie whispers, his fingers twisting into Darien's hair. "Oh, god."

You know what happened. It's not as if you'd see it anyway. They're invisible. I could give you sound effects but mostly that'd be creek creek creek creek with some names thrown in. That being said...

Afterwards, Darien curls up around Charlie, a soft smile on his face as one hand pushes through sweat-damp hair.

"Love you, babe."

"Love you," Charlie answers him softly, watching his face as he glides his fingers over Darien's chest.

Hey, just cuz the sexin' is over don't mean the touchin' is gonna stop.

~~Mun wonders where that came from. Hm.~~

He smiles as the Quicksilver dissolves off in the fluttering snowflake pattern it tended towards. He smiles because he can see Charlie right, full color and all.

He leans in and kisses Charlie at the tip of the nose.

Charlie rubs his nose against Darien's. "'m nice and warmed up, too."

He smirks.

"It was me or hot chocolate."

"You're far more entertaining than hot chocolate," Charlie says in his best 'come and get it' voice and kisses Darien hard. He wraps his arms around Darien's neck and kisses his hair a few times.

"See, you talk about the hair care products but you seem to have so much fun with it."

He's smiling and taking the opportunity to kiss Charlie's throat and shoulders.

"Your hair is my favorite pet." He scritches Darien's head, smirking.

"It's not alive."

...yet. Who knew what the gland might do to him? ~~Seriously, it does everything ELSE.~~

"Maybe it comes alive while you're sleeping and has a life all its own. Girls, dancing, parties . . ."

"See, I might go for that," he agrees with a smirk, "except, of course, for the lack of funds. How would it pay for all this?"

"Trust funds." He nods decisively. "Your hair is a trust fund baby. Obviously."

He pouts.

"And he never let me in on the dough? After all the work I put into it? The bastard."

"That's probably why you have the need to pamper it so much. It's a subliminal influence . . ." He moves his fingers rhythmically over Darien's scalp. "Paaaaamper meeee . . . buy me expensive shaaaampooooooo . . ."

He chuckles.

"Well, it is right on top of my head. Brilliant strategy, really."

"Yes." He kisses Darien's head. "You have brilliant hair."

"Got to get the rest of me going on that sometime.

A kiss to Charlie's mouth.

"The rest of you? Hm. I find you rather brilliant all over but I freely admit to bias in that regard."

He smirks.

"Oh yes. Diamond buffing every week."

"'Cause you're so precious," Charlie croons and sweeps Darien into his arms for kisses.

He laughs and sways with his arms out as if he were about to be attacked.

"Oh god, the cheese. It's coming to get me."

He smiles and kisses Charie on the nose and lips and cheeks.

"Mmmthough I don't know how much good you'll be against the cheese."

"I wear the cheese," Charlie says, arching an eyebrow. "The cheese does not wear me."

~~Well, it amuses the mun, anyway.~~

His stomach rumbles.

"Where do you wear the cheese, because we haven't had dinner yet."

"I don't know if me wearing the cheese would add to its flavor.

"Didn't you say something about meatballs?"