we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[eversomuchfun]

"For a Watcher, that's fairly astonishing. Perhaps it's the demon drugs," he jokes.

[cross_and_bow]

"And yet he is not the only Watcher, Sunnydale's life expectancy is for shit, and he would have to tell all his colleagues," grumbles Bella.

[eversomuchfun]

"Perhaps we should tell him everything, and I can start guarding him too."

[cross_and_bow]

"...Guarding him to make sure he isn't replaced by a less friendly Watcher or guarding him to see that he doesn't follow through about notifying the Council?" inquires Bella.

[eversomuchfun]

"To see that he does not die of Sunnydale and thereby require replacement."

[cross_and_bow]

"Maybe. I think I'll come clean tomorrow after school. Since I do think he already knows on some level. And if he doesn't flip out or immediately turn all stern-crusty-bossy-Watcher on me I'll bring you up right after as though I never intended to leave you out."

[eversomuchfun]

"A reasonable plan, I think."

[cross_and_bow]

"Let's see to it that if he wants to put me through my punching-things paces right away, he's suitably impressed," says Bella as they reach the crypt. She trots down the stairs, takes off her crucifix, dumps the messenger bag, and stands ready, smiling.

[eversomuchfun]

"It would be my pleasure, dear Juliet," he says with an elaborate bow that somehow shifts seamlessly into an attack.

[cross_and_bow]

Practice continues roughly as normal until it's gotten late, at which time his dear Juliet takes her next win and turns it into kisses, as the previous night. "I wonder," she murmurs against his jaw after a slightly meandering kiss, "if I'm in danger of producing bad incentives."

[eversomuchfun]

"In what sense?" he inquires.

[cross_and_bow]

"Mmm, the losing-sometimes-gets-you-kisses sense," she says. "Of course, since you already found losing entertaining for other reasons perhaps I'm not making anything worse if I -" (kiss kiss.)

[eversomuchfun]

He giggles into said kisses.

"Indeed you are not," he confirms. "But if it makes you feel better, we could start kissing when I win, too. Even things up a little."

[cross_and_bow]

"Let's do that," she says, grinning down at him. "One more round, winner kisses the loser."

[eversomuchfun]

"I accept your terms."

[cross_and_bow]

Bella lets him up. But this time she doesn't wait for the attack; she tries a (clumsy, relative to her other moves if not to the general population) first-closing move. "Can't always be waiting to get jumped," she says between exchanges of kinetic energy.

[eversomuchfun]

"Very true," Sherlock agrees. "Good thinking."

[cross_and_bow]

She compensates somewhat for the poor start, but not enough.

Fair Juliet, meet floor.

"Oof."

[eversomuchfun]

"Victory," says Sherlock. "And our mutual reward."

And he kisses her.

[cross_and_bow]

"Mm, fun and educational," giggles Bella on the next occasion when her mouth is free. She squirms a little, not really trying to get up.

[eversomuchfun]

"I've a sudden impulse to turn this into a tickle fight," Sherlock observes, but in fact only kisses her again.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet giggles. She opines neither way on the tickle fight.

[eversomuchfun]

Kisses are apparently more interesting.

[cross_and_bow]

Kisses are very interesting indeed. (And this time she doesn't even have a split lip getting in the way of enjoying them; that was closed overnight and no longer tender by the time she got finished at the morgue and went on to school.)

[eversomuchfun]

(Bless Slayers and their accelerated healing, and bless Amariah and her helpful magic.)

Also, kisses. Kisses are fun.