239/240 - Saturday evening [Post paint-party] [NWS]

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth let herself into the room, sighing. Damn it, she was covered in paint and it was all Crichton and Cam's fault.

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[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

After spending most of the day at the clinic sitting with Jack, Charlie returned to the room. "Damn," he said when he saw Liz. "You weren't kiddin' when you said about the paint."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth spread her arms out, and looked down at herself. "Cameron and Crichton have a lot to answer for," she said. "It's the last time I'm getting roped into helping paint someone's apartment!"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie couldn't help but laugh. "You really look a sight, y'know that? And you knew Daniel in Colorado. *Anything* to do with him usually turns into some kinda chaos."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth pouted at him. "Actually, I did know that. And it's all in my hair too, damn them."

She sighed. "Yeah, well, Sam asked me and I thought I'd be sociable, y'know."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

He stepped forward and brushed her hair away from her face, as sticky as it was. He still had an amused look on his face. "I think we're in Topsy Turvy world. I mean, Sam being sociable is weird enough, but her asking other people to be sociable with her?" He shook his head. "Crazy place we live in. And you're covered in paint."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I think it's worse than Topsy Turvy world," she said deadpan. "It's Fandom."

She rolled her eyes. "I know I'm covered in paint. I think there was more paint on us than there was on the walls."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"That.. " He shook his head. "Doesn't surprise me at all. You're gonna have a fun time trying to get all of that stuff out of your hair.. and off your arms.. and, well, everywhere?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"That would be why I asked for help," she replied, looking up at him innocently.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh," he nodded in understanding. "Well, I *could* help seeing as though I'm not doing anything right now.." Charlie moved closer, then reached his hand up and rubbed at a bit of paint on her forehead with his thumb. "What can I say? I'm a helpful guy."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm... that you are," she grinned.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Well, if we're gonna do this, we should do it right. We're gonna need something to wash away the paint, some shampoo.." His hands drifted to settle on her hips. "A little privacy, proper attire.."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"That sounds good to me," Elizabeth said, smiling. She tries to keep her distance, thanks to the paint.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie looked around. "Two double rooms, lockers, a fledgling bar, fridges.. but no shower."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't we choose a room with an en-suite?" Elizabeth pouted.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"If I remember right, *you* got us the room. But.." His eyes narrowed a little, as they did when he was scheming. "Trust me?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I just asked for what they had," she pointed out. She tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "Always."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

He loved it when she did the head tilt. Charlie grinned. "Grab your stuff.. don't forget the shampoo." He went to retrieve his own shower-type things.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Grinning, she did as she was told, grabbing a towel and her wash-kit. "All set," she said.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie nodded and opened the door. "Here's the part where we be very very sneaky. Super-spy-like even." He put on his most innocent expression and led her down the hall to the stairs, then up the stairs until they reached the fifth floor. "Don't worry," he reassured her as he opened the door to one of the rooms. It was spotless, aside from an ominous-looking picnic basket on one of the beds. "Friend of mine lives here.. the one that loaned me the basket for our picnic. He and his roomie are out of town for the weekend, they have an en suite, and they don't lock the door because they don't have opposable thumbs."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggled. "Because, y'know, we couldn't just use the showers on the second floor," she said.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"With the gossip mill this place has? We woulda had someone selling admission tickets within ten minutes! This is nice.. outta the way.. private." He nodded and grinned.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiled at him. "True... and if it was someone I knew, I'd probably help sell the tickets!"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, so you're an exhibitionist huh?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"No... if it was someone else in the showers," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, I'm usually so much clearer than this."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh. Well, if it was someone else, I'd be right there selling the tickets with you. Gotta make a profit around here somehow." He closed the door behind them. Charlie shook his head at the mess of paint all over Liz. "They really did a good job with the paint."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She looked down at herself. "Yeah, tell me about it. I got 'em back though." She grinned slightly evilly.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

He grinned back. "Glad to hear it. Boys, huh?" He leaned against the door to the en suite. "Dirty, messy, pains in the ass.."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She laughed, and began to pull her paint covered shirt off. "Something like that, anyway," she agreed. "There's a reason I much prefer men..."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"And women in Janet's case." Charlie opened the door behind him, then helped Liz untangle from the painted shirt once it was over her head. "Better come on in here so we don't get paint on the carpet."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well, Janet's a special case."

"Yeah, I'm not sure how much your friends would appreciate that," she grinned, letting him take the shirt from her.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie turned and walked into the en suite, placing her shirt on one of the hangers on the wall. He pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, then slid open the door to the shower and turned on the water. He felt the water and adjusted the heat until it was at a comfortable level.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Whilst he was playing with the shower, Elizabeth kicked off her shoes (damn, she hadn't noticed the paint on them) and her pants, feeling very thankful that she had changed before she had gone over to Daniel's.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Once the water was right, Charlie continued leaning against the frame of the shower door and pulled off his shoes and socks and kicked them out of the way. "Now if you had more paint under the clothes, I'd be wonderin' just how frisky Cam and Crichton were getting." He pulled off his pants.

[OOC: No idea what constitutes not work safe (NWS), but want to update the original post just in case?]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth grinned, and turned around. "Crichton dropped his paint brush down my back," she said. "'Course, I did elbow him first."

[ooc: Great minds... just on my way to do that *g*]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Sneaky bastard," Charlie said, stepping up to her. He ran his hand down her back, tracing the paint all the way down.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth shivered at the touch, before turning around to gently kiss him on the lips.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie smiled against her lips, then deepened the kiss and brought his hand up to cup her cheek.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She wrapped her arms around his neck, forgetting about the paint.


[[ooc: Okay, we can either slow play or FTB, because I'm about to drop dead from lack of sleep *g*]]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[OOC: FTB sounds fine to me :) Goodnight! Sleep tight! Hope you don't have a hangover tomorrow :D]