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Milliways's appearance on the other side of the bathroom door is unexpected, but more acceptable than it would have been fifteen minutes ago. Obadiah is fresh from a shower, his sleeves worn just a little longer than usual. His business in the room he was using is concluded, and he doesn't see why he can't get a drink before he goes home.

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. . . Tony keeps surprising him during this conversation.

He's beginning to think he could get used to that.

"Really."

"Really. One that doesn't work, of course, anything else is just asking for trouble."

Tony believes very firmly in firearm safety!

Obadiah looks amused.

"Of course. Shooting you by mistake would ruin all my fun."

It sounds a bit theatrical to him, frankly, but if it would make Tony happy, he's more than willing to oblige. And it says volumes about how far Tony is prepared to go.

"Mmhm."

He leans up and kisses Obie's cheek.

"What d'you think?"

"Mm."

He gives Tony a fond smile.

"I think something could be arranged."

"As long as you're not just humouring me," he teases. "It's no fun if you're not into it."

Obadiah laughs in answer.

"All right, all right."

"See, now that sounds like humouring me."

He cannot even tell anymore!

"Does it?"

Of course he's doing it on purpose.

"All right, then, I'll make you cuff yourself to the bed. It's easier on me, anyway."

"That doesn't sound too bad," he says, in a tone of voice that indicates it sounds pretty good, actually.

Obadiah looks thoughtful.

"And then I'll put it down on the nightstand next to the lube I've left out. Give you a while to think about how the two might go together."

He can work with this.

—now that gets a shiver. An extremely positive shiver.

"I love you, have I mentioned that?"

Obadiah looks triumphantly smug.

"I believe you have."

He grins, feeling his heartrate slowly dropping back to something like normal.

"Well, I'm mentioning it again."

"It's very encouraging," Obadiah assures him.

It certainly counts as a positive response.

"Good."

Because thoughts like that need to be encouraged.

"Any other bright ideas?" he prompts.

"I believe," Obadiah says reflectively, "I was still demonstrating what the next few hours could be like if you decided not to cooperate. Unless, of course, that was too cute for you."

"Aww, c'mon, I'm sorry I called you cute. I meant it in a nice way." He resettles himself against Obie's side. "Keep talking, I like the way you think."

"I don't know," Obadiah says, giving Tony a gentle squeeze as he speaks, "now I'm a little worried you might start cooing if I pull out a crop or a flogger."

That would ruin the mood.

He giggles.

"I won't, I promise. And anyway I'm pretty sure you know a few good ways to shut me up."

Tony knows from experience that some stuff is funny when you talk about it and way less funny when it's right in front of you. Not that his and Sherry's experiments with pain haven't involved their share of laughter. It's a different deal, though.

"I can always gag you if you get out of hand," he agrees placidly.

"You would be surprised how much of a smartass I can be with a gag in my mouth."

Or maybe he wouldn't.

"I doubt it."

He sips his drink.

"I know a riding crop is a bit of a cliché," he says, "but it's less likely to do unwanted damage than something heavier. I can use it anywhere below the neck I can reach, for as long as I want. Which would be at least five minutes longer than you spend getting on my nerves."

"Man, it's gonna suck to be me, then. I get on your nerves a lot."

Especially when there is sexy punishment in it for him!

Dry:

"That you do."