First BH story for me - not sure where its going..yet.

Dont own it obviously, nothing to do with me, I wrote this in denial.

Hope its fun if I get where Im going.

Four Letter Words...

"Come onnnn... Annie?"

Mitchell was standing in his usual drably dressed exasperation, hair sticking out at all angles, curls vaguely defined, for all the world as if he had fallen out of bed.

Well, he had really. Not long ago. Maybe he had been pushed.

"I bet you can't even talk dirty. I dare you." His relaxed Irish drawl made his "a" and "i"s elongated.

Annie, arms crossed, pursed lips, regarded him with a frustration bourne of many sorts of frustration developed in recent nights.

She tapped her foot. If she had breath she would have huffed. She liked how he spoke. Despite gritting her (sometimes) non corporeal teeth she liked the way he spoke to distraction.

They were facing each other across the bar of Honolulu Heights. Erstwhile b and b, a half way house to random supes. At least it seemed that way lately. There must have been an arrow on googlemaps for this address.

"If you are one quantum spark short of normality, heres the place to rest your weary half life."

That's what George said anyway as he knew about such things. Long words, that is.

Enunciating the P, with her curling lip and generous mouth, she replied.

"Potty mouth. Huh! Why should I ?"

Mitchell went glassy eyed when he watched her mouth for too long. He just wanted her for dinner, lunch, tea, breakfast, elevenses, brunch all the mealtimes you could mention in a sexual, and purely mealtime for a vampire kind of way. He was trying to be good and she didn't help. He was so weak.

His eyes widened as he woke himself up from his millisecond of remembering the attempts at dalliance of the night before. He had been hanging around George far too long. He didn't dally.

"George, George.."

Hands out in frustration he took a step around the bar, towards his friend on the sofa. George looked over his glasses, and placed his newspaper down on his crossed knee with a form of finality.

Looking for an ally, Mitchell pleased with George,

" Have you ever heard anything so pitiful, so depressingly typical, of today's pc crazy generation; she cant even say a decent curse word."

George liked these conversations. Didn't matter what they were about. There was humour,verbosity sometimes lacking in his workaday life, and some sexual tension quite clearly not directed at him. He didn't really want that unless it was to do with Nina and then he couldn't cope with tension anyway really – his voice tended to go up an octave if anyone looked at him the way Annie was looking at Mitchell.

"Mitchell."

There was a clipped pause, so Mitchell knew he was, seriously, on the wrong side of his friend.

"The words 'decent' and 'curse' should not be used in the same sentence. They cancel each other out."

Mitchell, sneered with confusion, then escalated to wanting to bite George's hand off as his friend indicated haughtily to Annie with teacher like mannerisms, as if she was an example in a show and tell class.

"Why should Annie, a lady of tender years, new to the ethereal plane, unaware of her future spiritual destinations, be blackmailed into discussing four letter words for your sexual gratification, in summary, so you can feel, ahem, fulfilled."

He actually said, "ahem".

Mitchell looked once more at George with his hooded eyes, and he gave up.

"Its not that Annie, its not sordid like some," ..pointed look at George who had raised his eyebrows, "people seem to think. This should really be private, why are we talking down here so that random others can join in."

Pointed look, bold letters, George's direction.

George sneered in a similar manner to Mitchell then opened his paper and ignored them both again.

Annie pointed upstairs and vanished.

"Thanks George, thanks a lot. Were trying to find some way of ...connecting.."

He was about to continue when George interjected,

"You mean, having sex".

Mitchell nodded but continued as if embarrassed,

"connecting... 'cos we haven't worked out the, tangible, .. things.. we need to work out."

He stood for a moment longer before realizing his resolution was not going evolve in the living room and he rushed upstairs to his bedroom.

George tutted, and rustled his newspaper into order.

Vampires. So uptight when it came to talking about body parts and sex. Maybe it was just John Mitchell who was a bit of a prude.

Next.. the bedroom..