[And, leaning down, he wraps his arms around her, keeping her as close as possible for the lift. It's only a few degrees difference, but the range of movement will be important in a minute.]
[He checks her hip again, holding the leg still now it's less supported by the other. As confident as he can be in his own skill, he doesn't like playing this blind.]
But if you mean the position, I think so. [He bites his lip.] Want to brace yourself on something?
[Her fingers dig into the mattress, and there's an aborted yelp - it sounds a bit like a gasp - but her leg is back in place. There's movement, like something crawling under her skin under Chase's hands, and she visibly relaxes]
[The rippling under her skin isn't a standard aftershock. He spreads his fingers, lightening his touch but tracing that skitter of movement as far as the span of his hand. It's leaving him feeling like he should blink and look again (like nightmares he's had, to drunk to wake himself. Like catching sight of something in the darkness - but just shadows, just shadows after all)
With a slow exhale, he sits down in the chair beside her.]
[Or that is a really strange skipped generation. He doesn't apologise, or ease up - there's nothing he can do about the peroxide sting and, after her leg, he's sure she's not delicate enough to complain.]
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[He stands and walks around her, not happy with this, but not going to assume he knows the pain threshold of a spider woman.
Then he closes the door.]
I'm going to move you into a better position, first. And I work better in an environment where no one's threatening me.
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[She looks at him a long time]
I like you. So you know.
[She sits back, relaxed as much as she can manage]
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I like you, too.
[And, leaning down, he wraps his arms around her, keeping her as close as possible for the lift. It's only a few degrees difference, but the range of movement will be important in a minute.]
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Good?
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[He checks her hip again, holding the leg still now it's less supported by the other. As confident as he can be in his own skill, he doesn't like playing this blind.]
But if you mean the position, I think so. [He bites his lip.] Want to brace yourself on something?
[He'd say hug a pillow, but.]
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[She puts her hands to her sides, fingers against the mattress]
Do it quickly.
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Nodding, he rests one knee on the seat of the chair he'd pulled across, bracing his own hands behind her thigh.]
On three. One, two- [It's the kind of thing you can't hesitate over. Snap and twist, like breaking a neck in reverse.]
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Much better.
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With a slow exhale, he sits down in the chair beside her.]
It's a start. Next we should get you stitched up.
[It's a delicate face he pulls, then.]
And I can get something to wash your mouth out.
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All right.
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He's had a glass of his own. One won't make his hand less steady.]
So you're a woman who turns into a spider.
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Some people might say I am a spider who turns into a woman.
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They wouldn't be correct. I'm neither, really.
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You're just capable of both. What are you?
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[She pauses and just lets him do what he's doing]
In the most laymen of terms, I'm a werespider.
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Is your sister Br'er Rabbit?
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[She seems to be relaxing even more]
My sister - Daisy - she's more like...Sobek. Since we're dealing with secrets.
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You're stretching my knowledge of foreign... [And there's the thing, what's the term.] myths?
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But she is more human than I could ever be.
[It seems pain softens Saya a bit, or maybe this is revenge on Daisy for sending Chase here]
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(He'll perhaps be more careful of startling the girl sleeping on his bed)]
What makes her different?
[Not the reptile, the humanity]
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[Or that is a really strange skipped generation. He doesn't apologise, or ease up - there's nothing he can do about the peroxide sting and, after her leg, he's sure she's not delicate enough to complain.]
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