A Hallway in the Arms Hotel, Saturday night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was stalking down the hallway, really not happy about the phone call he'd gotten from Angela earlier. What the hell? A daughter? But there had only been that one time. How the hell was he going to explain this to Phoebe and Anders?

He stopped short as he saw the the person heading down the hallway toward him. Logan. Just what he needed to fix his mood. He took a quick look around. No one else was in the hallway, but there could be people in the rooms lining it.

He crossed his arms and glared. "Logan," he sneered.

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[fh_jackass]

Unaware of anyone watching, Logan drew Bel down into a long, lingering kiss. "Take me," he whispered. "Take me hard, take me now."

And the cameras cut away to a scene in the park. And one in the bar.

When we finally return to the hotel room, the potted plant is broken, the paintings on the wall are crocked and the bedclothing strewn about the room.

Bel and Logan lay sprawled on the bare mattress with a couple of sheets draped stragetically over them. Panting heavily and drenched in sweat, their limbs tangled together, they stared, exhausted, at the ceiling.

"I learned that in Thailand," Logan said.

[demonbelthazor]

"I think I owe your teacher a thank you card," Bel said. He fumbled over the side of the bed for his jacket and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, then lighting it with a small fireball.