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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ smiles widely, slipping out of his grasp to stand. just lets the gown fall off of him after untying the sash around his waist, leaving it there. ]

I don't mind them joining in, but it'll cost you extra.

[ & gets to his feet while lyssa does that. considers lyssa for a moment, then loops his arms around the boy's waist to pick him up as best as he can. not exactly the lightest load, but they're not going very far -- just the bedroom. rears up to kiss him.

after pulling back & in the middle of walking toward his room: ] How much extra?

[ automatically wraps his arms around nick's neck as a reflex, playfully kicking his feet a little to and fro as they go along. ]

Two meals worth. Three if I decide to stay longer than half a day.

[ stumbles a bit around the swinging legs, but manages to get them to the bed safely after some maneuvering. lowers them both gently on the bed, with lyssa on his back. ]

Pizza and Thai work for you?

[ pushes the side of his face into the bed, peering up at him from the corner of an eye. ]

I was hoping you'd make me one of your famous omelets instead.

[ noses at lyssa's jaw in an almost loving manner, huffing softly. ]

That has the value of two meals.

[ trails up his back with the tips of his fingers before circling around to pluck those buttons loose again. ]

I think it qualifies more as a snack, to be quite honest with you.

[ lets him do that while he trails down lyssa's chest. ]

Tough. It's either that or the Pizza-and-Thai combo.

[ tries to peer at his face, almost a little excited at the prospect of food. ]

Can I order as much as I want?

And have you empty my bank account? No.

[ nudges at lyssa's belly button with his nose. ] I'll order for three people. You can have three quarters of it.

[ rakes his fingers through nick's hair, relaxing back into the bed again. ]

Then I'll be sure to make it worth every penny.

[ comes back up to kiss lyssa again while bracing his arms to frame lyssa's head while the rest of his body aligns itself comfortably on top. ]

Of course you will. That's expected and implied.

[ hands reach around and down nick's back again to tug at the edge of the blouse, urging it upward. ]

Then what are we waiting for?

[ & that's the end of conversation because he's gotten pretty tired of it too. it's not exactly a flurry of motion that takes place next; it's the slower type of night, one he likes to enjoy when he knows there's no pressing deadlines or outstanding debts that he needs to worry about. little touches here & some rough bites there, the whole dance is done & shared in however many hours (or maybe it's just one).

he has something of a love-hate relationship with this part of business -- it keeps ~~the brat~~ lyssa quiet, but it also makes him think of things like the accident (& he'd rather not). so instead of that, he focuses entirely on the physical pleasure & the relative silence. when they're both appeased & relaxed in the aftermath of it, he's busily dropping off for a short nap, welcoming the sleep with open arms. ]