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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Dropping his bag on the counter, he heads for a cupboard over the sink to retrieve two glasses.

"Cryptography, huh. Okay, so, two questions: one, have you read Cryptonomicon, in that case, and two, do you take your rum neat or mixed with something?"

(Cryptography. Interesting. Not that there aren't plenty of civilians interested in that kind of thing -- witness Walter Newman and his number station -- but it's unusual. He automatically files it away.)

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"That's another Stephenson, isn't it? I should check this guy out. And I tend to take my rum mixed with more rum."

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"Yes, yes, and you got it."

The liquor cabinet is in the counter island. The rum bottle is peculiarly shaped (which is frankly part of why he likes it). He pours them each about two seconds of rum, which translates to about three fingers, and leaves the bottle out in case Elizabeth wants more than that.

"Here you go." He slides the glass across the counter to her.

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"Thank you," she says, brushing her fingers across his as she picks it up.

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He leans on the counter and picks up his own glass, grinning.

"Should we toast something?"

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"Mmm..."

She thinks about it.

"The awesome sex we're going to have?" she suggests.

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Auggie cracks up.

"Hear fucking hear." He holds out his glass for her to clink.

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Elizabeth clinks it obligingly.

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Mmmm, rum.

"So you know I like surprises in bed," he muses. "What about you? What do you like?"

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"I am also a fan of surprises, as it happens." Cheerfully shameless, "And I like the power play of getting somebody off as amazingly as possible."

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"I can get behind that. In both directions. And maybe on top of and underneath it, too."

Going for broke, here.

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...She laughs, puts down her rum, comes around the corner of the counter island, and kisses him.

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"--Mmmm."

He puts down his own drink, wraps an arm around her waist, and turns to gently back her up against the island.

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"One sec," she says, shrugging her bag off her shoulder and dumping it on a chair.

"There. Now," her hands slide up his chest, "you can have my full attention."

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"I like the sound of that."

He brings one hand up to cup her face, finds her lips with his thumb, and gives her an open-mouthed kiss -- and another -- and several more that start to find their way down her neck. His hand drops to the top button of her shirt.

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"And I like where this is going," she says, wrapping one hand around his shoulder and sliding the other right back down.

How's that erection doing? Still nascent?

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Nascent, yes.

But, judging from Auggie's inhale and the way he presses his hips forward, growing.

He works on her buttons a little faster.

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She smiles into yet another kiss and gives him a gentle squeeze.

The bra she is wearing under the shirt is soft cotton, unobtrusive, economical. No lace. But the cotton is very soft.

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First he gets the shirt all the way open. It doesn't have to come off of her yet -- he likes the feel of it -- but he needs it open so he can wrap both hands around her belly and waist and smooth them up to her breasts.

"Mmmhmmm," he murmurs, bending his head to mouth at her collarbone.

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"I like your hands," she breathes.

(She is fairly confident he returns the feeling.)

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"Likewise," he confirms. He cups her right breast; the other hand traces the edge of the cup, over the strap, and around her back to investigate the closure.

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Just your average hook-and-eye, two hooks. Nothing special. It's not as though this bra has a lot of work to do.

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Hey, some people do say more than a handful is wasted, and Auggie is catholic in his appreciation for breasts.

Anyone who is surprised that Auggie is perfectly comfortable undoing a bra by feel has not been paying attention.

And now that her bra is loose, that shirt is going to have to come off. He runs his hands up over her shoulders and down her arms to push the shirt off and drops it on the counter behind Elizabeth. The bra can join it, too, if Elizabeth doesn't mind.

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Elizabeth definitely does not mind. The way her hand is moving says as much.

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He sweeps her clothes out of the way, makes sure their drinks are safe, and wraps his hands around her waist again.

Grinning: "C'mere, hop up."

Yep, he's going to lift her onto the counter. If she helps, that would be nice, but he could probably get here there by himself.