Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday

[chosehumanity]

Most of the people Mitchell knew on-island had long since left it - and even if they hadn't, the joy of Annie's return would have ensured that he hadn't exactly been paying attention to any shenanigans going on at the island. Instead, he was crashed out on the sofa in the living room, watching some new reality show on the telly.

Annie was sitting primly... in the other room; they had taken some time to find her a place, but she seemed quite happy there-- here, now.

So all had ended well.

You know. As long as Mitchell chose not to think about the little errand Lia had given him in purgatory. Which he did. With great abandon.

He lit another cigarette and sat back with his beer.

[[ for a very frustrated succubus... ]]

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[nookiepowered]

"Your safeword is throwing me across the room," Bo supplied helpfully.

...It had worked for other people.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell raised an eyebrow.

"I will keep that in mind," he assured her. "But I don't think we need to start breaking the door just yet."

Shoes and socks: also off. Practical.

Then he crawled onto the bed.

[nookiepowered]

There was something Bo was forgetting to say. (Aside from "Stop wearing pants now.") It was on the tip of her tongue.

...It would be on the tip of her tongue in a second, when it was no longer busy.

Oh. Right.

"Hi!"