Felix is in the recreation nook again, playing the guitar. Right now, he's most of the way through Bohemian Rhapsody and thankfully rather less of the way through a bottle of Bourbon from their current (and probably dwindling) collection, but -- or possibly therefore -- seems to be in a fairly cheerful and relaxed mood, considering the moon. His shirt has, at some point, moved to the couch for some reason; it's not that warm in here tonight, really.

Lilah steps in from outside with little fanfare, another grocery bag in her hands. She doesn't directly call attention to herself, but probably the rustling of the bag does, if nothing else. Without a word, she settles in front of him, cross-legged, and gives him a tired smile; she's clearly trying not to interrupt the song. The bag is set beside her, but then she puuuuushes it along the floor toward him.

"Nothin' really matters, anyone can see," Felix sings directly to Lilah as she approaches, giving her a grin between lines, "Nothin' really matters... nothin' really matters to me." He eyes the bag curiously, leaning just slightly to get a better look before he discovers that gets in the way, "...anyway the wind blows..." He finishes the last of the song, tailing off quietly, and lets the last notes echo briefly through the room before he sets the guitar aside and settles on his knees just in front of her to claim a rather lengthy kiss. "Hi," he greets her afterward, with another grin, and reaches over to check out that bag.

While he's singing, Lilah smiles right back at him, looking ridiculously affectionate. She doesn't say a word as the sound echoes, and is clearly more than a little pleased by that kiss. It's returned in kind, and then she says almost dazedly, "...hi." If he's been to Denny's often, he'll recognize what's in the bag as the All-American Slam-- sans toast. If not, he'll find three scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, two bacon strips and two sausage links, plus hash browns. "It ain't steak," she explains. "Tips weren't so good today." But before he can get even one bite in, he'll have to contend with a bit more kissing. ALAS.

Felix grins broadly at her near-dazed appearance, and oh no, more kissing? How WILL he survive? He wraps his arms around her and rolls a bit toward the couch; it's not nearly as smooth as he might like things to be, but he successfully ends up with his back against it, trying to pull her into his lap -- facing, for ease of kissing. Cooperation is definitely going to be necessary to make it work. Once things are settled, he reaches for the bag, nearly having to lie flat to get it, and drags it over, checking the contents better. "Heyyyyy," he complains, giving her an overly suspicious look, "Isn't this supposed to have toast?"

Cooperation is assured, and Lilah lightly strokes his cheek as he's checking out the bag's contents. She bats her eyelashes innocently at his complaint, and then lies baldly, "Nope! I don't think that'n comes with toast. I guess I could ask 'em to give ya some toast next time, but there'd be an extra charge. An' I might hafta pass that fee onta you." She shrugs. "Business, Mr. Sinclair."

"Oh, yeah? And what kinda fee might we be talkin'? I ain't makin' no decisions 'less I know what I'm agreein' to. Business, Mrs. Sinclair." Felix grins again, lifting a brow, and then tugs the plate out of the bag, checking if there's a fork to go with it.

There's no fork. "Oh, I wouldn't charge ya too much. Cost of a side o' toast, plus a 75% commission fee. Standard industry charge." Lilah clearly hasn't noticed she neglected to include a fork, unless of course she did it on purpose. "I reckon five dollars oughta settle your account." And she holds out a hand, apparently waiting for her 'fee.'

Felix leans over much farther than necessary to look into the bag again, nearly poking his head inside, then lifting it and putting a hand in instead, pushing around to all the edges. He looks back to Lilah, arching a brow. "Now, I ain't even arguin' what might be a standard or reasonable fee, 'cause I'm bound to point out: there ain't no toast here for me to be payin' for on any account." He picks up one of the sausages, eating it with his fingers and every evidence of enjoyment. "Ain't real trustworthy business, tryin' to charge me for shit you ain't provided, Mrs. Sinclair."

"Now, Mr. Sinclair, I take umbrage to your callin' my business untrustworthy. First of all, you already done *ate* the toast. I seen ya. Second of all, I weren't even chargin' you for *that* toast. That toast was 'on the house.' I'm pre-chargin' ya for yer next dose o' toast, y'see." She leans forward to reach for one of the pieces of bacon.

"Lies! I ain't touched a single piece of toast," Felix protests, and smacks the back of her hand lightly when she goes for the bacon. "Sorry, can't letcha take that. Not without payin', anyway. Reckon the standard industry rate oughta do. Last I checked that's two slices of toast. With butter an' jam. Do we have a deal?"

"Boy, you sure are a persnickety one. It's a'right though... I reckon I can work within those terms. We got a deal. You give me the bacon, I bring you some toast 'n butter 'n jam from work tomorrow." Lilah smiles at him warmly, and then starts to reach for the bacon again, slap or no slap!

Felix squints at her for a second or two, head slightly tilted and tasty meat held away from her reaching hand. "A'right," he decides, "I mean, generally I wouldn't take an IOU, but I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt." The piece of bacon is offered over, and he takes the second one to eat himself. Another couple moments of considering her, while he munches. "You eat more'n toast for dinner?"

While he squints at her, Lilah just smiles at him. "Your trust ain't misplaced," she vows with one hand over her heart, and then takes the bacon, munching on it rather happily. She leans in to kiss his cheek, smiling warmly at him before she answers. "Yeah, I had more'n toast." Pause. "If I had any toast at all!" She side-eyes, and then grins. "How 'bout you? You been eatin' okay today? And what all ya been up to?"

"A'right, then," Felix says, nodding once, and polishes off the second sausage as well. "...toastthief." He reaches for the bottle of Bourbon to wash down the meat, though it's far enough away he can only barely catch it with his fingertips even straining as much as he can. It only makes the triumph sweeter! Although not the alcohol, as Lilah can tell when he steals another kiss right after the drink. "I ate okay, yeah. Been doin' various shit. Worked out some, went for a run. Had a fight with some dickhead who thought he'd try an' rob me. Played some guitar, had a few drinks, now I got delicious food and you. Pretty decent all in all."

Lilah doesn't seem to mind the stolen kiss, non-sweet alcohol or no! She listens to him as she has another bite of the bacon, and then blinks at part of that. "Wait a second before we get back to how amazing I am," she says with a faint smile, holding up a hand. "Ya almost got robbed? Damn. How serious was the fight? The guy get away with anythin'?" All this requires a kiss to his cheek, apparently.

Felix smirks faintly, with a shrug. "Well, it weren't =Justin= serious," he says, "I just put him down. Reckon he got away with prolly a broken nose an' no plans on startin' a family in the next couple days, mostly. Asshole didn't even have a knife or nothin'." He considers a moment. "Which's for the best, I figure." He toys with one of her curls, letting the eggs and potatoes wait for the moment, and then grins; it's a little feral, but not nearly as malicious as that version can get. "Gave him some advice, didn't even charge full price for the lesson. Healed up pretty quick once I got back here." Which explains the shirt, possibly.

Lilah nods her head as he explains what happened, and smiles rather sappily as he toys with the curl. She leans in to press a hand to his chest, and place a soft kiss to his lips. "Was awful kind of ya not to charge full price," she says, faintly amused, and glances over to his shirt before back to him. "On the plus side, that's one less piece o' clothing I gotta take off later." Her *tone* is bold, but her *cheeks* are flushed.

"I gave him twenty bucks off," Felix says, pleased with himself. Maybe for the action, maybe for amusing her, maybe both. The remark and the blush get another grin, although qualitatively different. "Oh, is that the plus side? More'n it not bein' there now is? Good to know." He breaks a bit of hashbrown off the rest, scoops some egg onto it, and pops the bite into his mouth. "... you got much later in mind?"

"Mighty kind o' ya, most assuredly. What all'd you teach the fine fella?" Lilah asks with a grin, and then shrugs to his first question. "Well. I'm nothin' if not efficient. An' lazy." Her grin grows wider. "As for later... I like to leave the plannin' to you. So: *you* got much later in mind?"

This time the grin is a considerably higher percentage malicious. "I advised him to pick on someone his own size." Felix has another bite of the dinner. At her claim to laziness, he steals a kiss. "I thought that was me," he says, with a laugh, "...and now I'm in charge of plannin'? Did I slip into the Twilight Zone here?" He runs a finger along her jawline, other fingers joining it as it moves down the edge of her throat and over her chest. "...no, though. I might even be thinkin' more sooner than later."

"That's good advice. I'm surprise ya let him get such a discount," Lilah says with a smile, and shakes her head to his Twilight Zone musings. "Nah, I reckon you been plannin' to get me alone most days lately. That's plannin', like it 'r not." As he runs his fingers over her skin, her breathing speeds up a little, even as she says, "I was right. You're schemin' 'n plannin', all right." Not that she seems to particularly mind it.

Felix holds the plate out of the way so he can wrap that other arm around her waist and pull her closer for another kiss, this one longer and with more of a promise in it. "A'right, I confess, I been plannin' to get you alone most of the time since we met." He pauses, tilting his head, and amends, "Since I saw you. And more'n just alone. I mean, seems to me I gotcha alone right now. Though it's a good start."

That kiss is returned in kind. In fact, Lilah seems to have a little trouble letting that kiss go, since every time it breaks, she's leaning forward again as though pulled by a magnet. She does eventually let that kiss go, her cheeks bright red both from exertion and his 'confession.' "I *did* wonder how you ended up decidin' to talk t' me. Still kinda do," she grins, and leans forward as though to kiss him-- though she pulls back with her lips just a hair's breadth away. "I reckon I like your style o' plannin'," she muses.

"You're beautiful," Felix says, as if breaking the terrible news to her, "...and you dance like there's music inside you. Who wouldn't want to talk to you? ...for starters." He leans in for that kiss, quirking a brow when she pulls back instead of meeting it. There's probably enough lean left that he could cover the space, but he doesn't, yet. "Yeah?"

Lilah's cheeks couldn't possibly grow any more flushed than they do at those compliments. Her breathing is growing heavier, felt over his skin just a touch as she lingers so close to him. "Yeah," she says very softly. "You only plan the good stuff, an' you don't bother plannin' the rest. I like that aboutcha. You don't get lost in the details."

Felix leans in the tiniest bit further, so their lips actually touch, but not enough to really kiss her properly. "Reckon I must've been bein' a hell of a lot more subtle'n I thought I was," he teases when her blush gets that deep. After her version of his planning style, he does kiss her properly; the plate gets blindly set back down on the bag it came in, so he can slide the other hand to the back of her neck.

So close to her, he can feel her breath against his lips, and she's *clearly* having trouble not closing the gap between them after their lips touch. When he does finally kiss her, she wraps her arms around him, pulling him just that much closer. It's some time before she breaks the kiss, gasping for air, and immediately goes back for more.

Both arms tighten around Lilah, pulling her closer in return, and Felix's more than happy to go right back to kissing her. The hand at her waist starts tugging the tails of her shirt out of her pants, as well. After a while he breaks the kiss again, with a sudden little grin, and murmurs, "My dinner's gonna get cold." Not that he does a thing to let go of her or pick up the food.

Lilah makes a soft noise of protest when he finally breaks off, and runs her fingers down his chest, not so much teasing him as wanting to feel his skin, it seems. "So eat it," she says with a teasing shrug to his murmur, and starts to pull away, just slightly. "Ya wouldn't wanna turn down m' very thoughtful gift, wouldja?" She gives him a wicked grin.

Felix gives Lilah about the least subtle looking-over he can manage -- which is pretty damn blatant, frankly -- before grinning wickedly himself. "I wouldn't wanna turn down ANY of your very thoughtful gifts," he purrs, reclaiming his hands to finish freeing her shirt and slide them underneath, up along her abdomen slowly. "But admittedly, some of them ain't gonna get any less hot in the next ten minutes."

Lilah chews at her lower lip as he looks her over so unsubtly, and breathes in a bit sharply as his hands touch her skin. Still, at his words, she grins and decides, "You should eat yer food, I reckon. Do it 'fore I change my mind." Despite having JUST said that, she does lean in to lightly nibble at his earlobe. That done, she pulls back, further this time.

Felix's hands slip a bit further upward, rather than away from her, and the look in his eyes suggests his own mind might be less settled on her decision. Especially after the nibble. Still, when she pulls further back, he sighs -- perhaps a bit exaggeratedly -- and reclaims his hands and then the plate. A glance in the bag still doesn't turn up a fork, so he goes back to eating the eggs with the hashbrowns and his fingers -- not overly fast, but definitely not what one would call slowly. Watching her. He offers her a couple bites while he's at it.

Poor Felix. When he sighs, it only makes Lilah smile more. It's only now that she seems to realize there's no fork, and she looks embarrassed about it as she says, rather obviously, "I forgotcher fork." Unlike the missing toast, THIS she apparently didn't do on purpose! She does take those couple bites when offered, and then tilts her head at him, curiously, as he watches her.

"That's a problem, seein' as I'm far too refined to use my fingers like a common savage," Felix says, shaking his head woefully. And continuing to eat with his fingers. "Now I just don't know WHAT I'm gonna do." He picks up another bit of the eggs to offer her, this time just a small one, arriving at her lips balanced on the end of his finger. "Reckon you'll hafta make it up to me somehow. 'sonly fair."

When that bit of egg is offered to her, Lilah lifts a brow at the balancing, then looks to him thoughtfully. "I'll think o' somethin', at some point," she says with a shrug that promises she'll think of nothing at any point, and then leans forward to nibble lightly at the egg-- and his finger.

Felix lifts a brow at the shrug, and the finger hovers right there by her lips. He waits until she's nibbling, and then smiles, slowly. "Reckon you will," he murmurs, leaning back against the sofa edge behind him and leaving the finger there for her to get all the egg off of. His other hand rests on his leg, between them, holding the plate.

Lilah smiles at him, but it's far too sweet a thing. "You do?" she asks simply, and continues nibbling at his finger long after there's no trace of egg left on it. But she's nothing if not thorough, so she licks along the edge of his finger, just one time. Once that's done, she pulls away again, smiling playfully at him. "What do ya reckon I'll come up with?" she asks ever so innocently.

"Guess I'll just hafta wait and see," Felix replies, and he'd be doing a better version of innocent if he could get it in more than the tone right now. A blind person might believe it, but for anyone with working eyes the intensity of the fire in his thoroughly spoils the effect. There's tension in the way he's holding himself, as well, that thrumming energy just restrained. Finger reclaimed, he eats the remnants of the meal fairly swiftly, then sets the plate aside and his hands on her hips, starting to lift her off of his legs.

His answer makes Lilah smile, a bit less teasing this time, and she meets his gaze, tilting her head to the side just slightly. She watches as he pulls his hand away, and while he eats she's quiet, as though patiently waiting her turn. She doesn't struggle in the least as he reaches for her, and there's definitely an intensity to her gaze as well, now.

Felix directs her to the couch cushions before letting go and getting up as well. The guitar gets put away and the amp turned off, and then he comes back for her. He grabs her hand to pull her to standing again, and steps in to trap her between himself and the lower part of the couch for another, rather impatient kiss. "Dessert," he suggests when it breaks, and picks up the shirt in his free hand as he pulls her along with him toward the stairs. She'll have to pick up the dinner trash if it isn't going to just get left behind.

Lilah doesn't protest in the slightest, particularly at that ever so impatient kiss. "Dessert," she agrees without hesitation or teasing, and is halfway to the stairs before, yes, she goes back for the dinner trash. It's habit! He'll have noticed she's tidy in shared spaces, and that counts even when she's heading upstairs for dessert, it seems. That said, when they get upstairs she just sets the bag aside, the better to pull him in for another kiss.

Felix is tidier than most people'd generally guess, but not, it would seem, at certain levels of distraction. Hey, it wasn't going anywhere anyway, right? When she starts trying to go back, he resists for a moment, glancing over his shoulder at her, but catches on to her intention fairly quickly. It gets a brief eye-roll, but he takes the necessary few steps to get far enough back for her to grab it without letting go. And then drags her more firmly toward and up the stairs. He's not willing to stop again until they reach 'their' room; then the shirt gets tossed in the general direction of his duffel bag and he's doing his part to pull her in for that kiss as well.