001 [warning: sexytimes]

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Happy Hour at Allen's is, as usual, loud with competing voices and scents, all of which are less important to Auggie than Annie and Jai's laughter and the second beer in front of him.

Well. Almost all. Occasionally Auggie cocks his head at the sound of heels or the floral scent of shampoo and listens to Jai and Annie's reactions. Jai has one chuckle for redheads and another for brunettes, while Annie has a groan for blondes that Auggie is told is rather hypocritical of her.

"Did the last three girls all have tequila, or was it just one carrying enough shots for her whole party?" he wonders.

"The last four," Jai corrects, audibly smirking. "Your nose must be getting tired."

"I don't get it. Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow -- you'd think people could hold off on the faux-Mexican debauchery until Saturday."

He hears Annie sit bolt upright.

"Oh crap, it's Friday, I have a thing with my--"

"Sister," Auggie and Jai chorus with her. Auggie grins, in spite of the dirty look he's sure she's giving him, and adds, "Jai, you owe me ten bucks."

Jai sighs and digs in his pockets. "Which ought to just about cover your cab ride." He slaps the money onto the table at Auggie's ten o'clock. "Annie, I'll walk you to your car, I'm headed that way."

"Now there's a Pyrrhic victory," Auggie says, with a sigh of his own. "Annie, did he really give me a ten?"

"Yes!" Annie says, laughing, and squeezes his shoulder as she stands. "You're so paranoid."

"I'm wounded that you don't trust me," Jai agrees, also standing.

"You'll heal, I'm sure. Have a good weekend, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Same to you, Auggie," Jai says, with an eyeroll crystal-clear in his voice.

"That'll be a boring weekend, then," Auggie calls after Jai's cologne and Annie's heels, then turns back to his beer. Now where is he going to find a ride with all these tequila-soaked early birds?

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"You good?"

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"Very," she affirms.

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"Good."

He kisses her cheek and starts speeding up.

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She rocks her hips a little, matching his thrusts.

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Yeah, he's probably not going to last long at this rate.

Shuddering, he runs a hand down her body, over her breast and down to her hip, reading her skin like a manuscript.

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"The way you touch me," she purrs. "Goddamn."

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He moans, temporarily out of words.

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Words are not necessary. Not when he's making noises like that.

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He's glad she agrees.

His thrusts get faster, more erratic; he hikes her leg up higher around his waist to get a little deeper and swears against her skin.

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Elizabeth cooperates fully with this rearrangement, kissing his cheek and winding her fingers in his hair.

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He inhales, the smell of her hair and her sweat and her sex, shudders once, and comes with a muffled moan.

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"You make some pretty fucking amazing noises yourself," she informs him.

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Auggie cracks up, his breath warm against her skin.

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She laughs along, squeezing his hips gently between her thighs.

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Still chuckling, he pulls out carefully, kisses her cheek, and makes his way to the bathroom (only a little wobbly) to dispose of the condom.

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While he's in there, James stretches out luxuriously and snuggles down onto his bed. God, what a night. Even if she didn't have business here, this would make the DC trip worth it.

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When he returns to the bed, he sits next to her and leans down for a kiss.

"Hate to say it, but I think that's all I'm up for tonight."

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"Right there with you," she agrees. "Any objections to me sleeping in your bed?"

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"Hell, no. And I promised to cook you breakfast in the morning."

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"In that case," yawn, "goodnight."

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"Are the lights off?"

They ought to be -- the timer for the bedroom should have turned them off before they even came in -- but it doesn't hurt to check.

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"Yep," she confirms. James has good night vision, and the window is open; she hardly thought about it.

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"Good."

In that case, he can climb in next to her and pull the covers over both of them.

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Given all the great sex they just had, she is happy to snuggle up to his side and close her eyes.

(A part of her is idly calculating the odds that he'll try something in the night, because trust is for those who can afford it, but it's a very small part.)

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(A similar calculation might be going on in his head. Regardless . . .)

After a few minutes, he's sleeping peacefully, his face buried in her hair.