The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Nox and Belle
When: Saturday night
Where: Boston
What: date in the city... and some HOT SMEXIN!

Nox gave Belle's hand a squeeze as he walked with her into the XV Beacon. It was his favorite hotel in Boston. He liked everything about it. The location, the furnishings, and the service was exceptional. Or perhaps the staff was just kind to him because he tipped well, as was probably evident from the smile on the valet's face as he took Nox's car away. Nox was smiling too, beaming because he'd had a wonderful day with Belle. It was relaxing and exciting at the same time. They toured the art museum for hours, engaging in stimulating conversation over a variety of pieces they both enjoyed. Dinner was fantastic as well. Every second spent in her company was better than the last.

As they approached the check in desk, Nox gave a polite nod to the woman behind it. She greeted him, and he said hello in return. "We're checking in. The reservation is under Alekos.. A-L-E-K-O-S." The woman did some quick typing before finding Nox's information. "Here we are. Non-smoking.. corner suite." A paper printed out, and she had Nox sign it. Then the woman began typing some more, and a second later she handed Nox a little envelope with two key cards inside it. Their room number was scribbled on the envelope. "You'll take the elevator over there," and she gestured, "And if you need anything more, please call." Nox nodded and said a polite thank you, before he took hold of Belle's hand once more and escorted her to the elevator.

"They have wonderful views of Beacon Hill," he said casually as they headed up to their floor. "They also have an impressive wine selection. If you're in the mood for some room service later."

Who: Fisher and Lloyd
What: Sex? (unlikely!)
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Friday Evening
Rating: R for cursing


It has nothing to do with James. That was the mantra that went through Fisher's mind as he ran (actually ran) to Lloyd's apartment. It wasn't about James. It was about sex, about freedom, about just screwing someone until they were both exhausted. If Charlie had been willing Fisher would be running there instead. If Starbuck had been willing Fisher would have found a way to fly there.

Finally there, Fisher stopped in front of Lloyd's door, panting. he was so badly out of shape, it was kind of pathetic. Fisher knocked on the door, taking a few deep breaths to hopefully quell the fire in his lungs. When Lloyd finally opened the door, Fisher planted a hand on the demon's chest, pushing him back into the room. With a cocky smirk on his face, Fisher walked into the place like he owned it, shutting the door behind them. "You're over dressed," he grinned, pressing his chest to the demon's, tilting his head up to kiss him.