Friday March 7th 2008
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.