"Good," he says a bit fiercely, but it's muffled by the (still wet) tee he's pulling on. Pants, trousers, and a shirt is enough to go downstairs in and howl out the back door, he thinks.
He leans over to kiss her. "I'll be right back," he says, grabbing his holster from the nightstand. He pads silently to the door, picking up his belt as he goes, and shuts it with a click behind him.
He can still smell her. She's all over his clothes, all over him, and he thinks of little else as he finds the stairs. He has his belt threaded through the holster and loops by the time he enters the bar proper. He looks his usual grumpy self as he heads for the back door in an attempt to discourage conversation.
He steps outside and winces as the cold air takes advantage of his damp clothes. He howls (River will hear it through the window, he thinks) for Damocles to come and quickly before he's hit with the realization that now he has nothing to do but wait.
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Date: 2009-02-24 06:13 am (UTC)He leans over to kiss her. "I'll be right back," he says, grabbing his holster from the nightstand. He pads silently to the door, picking up his belt as he goes, and shuts it with a click behind him.
He can still smell her. She's all over his clothes, all over him, and he thinks of little else as he finds the stairs. He has his belt threaded through the holster and loops by the time he enters the bar proper. He looks his usual grumpy self as he heads for the back door in an attempt to discourage conversation.
He steps outside and winces as the cold air takes advantage of his damp clothes. He howls (River will hear it through the window, he thinks) for Damocles to come and quickly before he's hit with the realization that now he has nothing to do but wait.