➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[They're very nice, but he'd rather have them undone and rolled down, something he sets to, head bent low. He presses his mouth against the faint line where the stockings have held to her skin.]

Both.

[synanthrope]

There is a simple answer and a complicated one.

I need humans to live. More than spiders need flies. Ananasi are synanthropic.

You, are more complicated.

[She's watching him, her fingers still caught in his blonde hair. Like gold, she thinks, with no trace of poetry at all.]

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[He doesn't ask, now, but he looks up look enough to find and catch her eyeline. And only long enough for that.

This time he can taste her. A different kind of sweet.]

[synanthrope]

[Her eyes lighten for a second, then she closes them, breathing in the smell of what's happening, her heels settling against his coat. She's careful with them, she doesn't want them to catch, to ruin the fabric.]

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[It's simpler for him not to take the risk with the fabric of her skirt. Simpler to push her skirt up a little more and push his hands underneath to hold her hips and let his nails graze bared skin instead. She'll know his way by now, both endlessly patient and cruelly intense.]

[synanthrope]

[The sounds she makes are not so unfamiliar, not so inhuman. A soft keening as she nudges her hips up, towards his mouth, the hand in his hair moving to the nape of his neck, her rings cold against his skin. Her reaction is clear enough that she's enjoying it]

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[He gasps against her when her fingers catch at the nape of his neck, the rush of cool air a brief interruption to how he stays with her, pressing his tongue into her, against her, meeting each request for more for as long as she asks.]

[synanthrope]

[It's a few minutes of coaxing, of his cruelty, of his mouth, and she shudders, her legs tightening slightly, her orgasm making her cry out more, keening like a bird for a moment. It's the most human sound she makes, thoughtless, pleased.]

Is that a birthday present?

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[He bites his bottom lip down, sitting up enough to look at her as he replies, crossing his arms over her raised knees. Runs his tongue across the back of his teeth.]

It could be a new tradition. [He will find something more tangible for her, eventually, however late it may be in coming.]

Am I breaking the laws of nature?

[synanthrope]

I don't think nature minds if I get eaten out. Why would it?

[She has the tips of her fingers in his hair, they move to touch his skin on his face very gently]

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Not exactly what I meant.

[But he smiles, lazy, tilting his head into her touch. If this were the back seat he'd have pulled her closer by now.]

You define everything according to a set of rules you didn't make. I've asked a lot of questions and been told what Anansi need, and what they don't. The answer's never just 'because it makes me happy'.

[He pauses.]

Almost never.

[synanthrope]

Happiness is not a very great concern for me, you know.

[She doesn't usually feel happiness. But she's happy with him. What does that say?]

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I assume it's not something Anansi need.

[and he suspects that makes him complicated.]

[synanthrope]

Ananasi.

[With her accent, it's not as if they don't sound very similar.]

No. We don't need it.

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[And he doesn't ask. He doesn't ask, but he'd like to.

Instead he sits up, rubbing one side of his ribcage.]

They should think about putting gear sticks in more convenient places.

[synanthrope]

[Saya, pragmatic to the core, looks at it and puzzles out the rewiring in her head]

On the roof.

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[...

He just bursts out laughing.]

You're something special.

[synanthrope]

[She smiles and readjusts so she can lean over and kiss him on the mouth]

Yes, I am.

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[And you're dangerous ground for a hopeful man, Satya Wallace. He's thankful when she kisses him (he was about to do the same). It stops too much being said.

Awkward in the positioning or not, he uses her readjustment to pull her close enough to fit his arms.]

[synanthrope]

[She fits like her bones realign for any strange position, she doesn't ever complain about contortion]

We could go outside.

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[It won't surprise him in the least if that's what they do. He narrows his eyes.]

You might get sandy.

[synanthrope]

It's impossible. Haven't you noticed?

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I might get sandy. Or does everything you touch pick up repellant properties?

[synanthrope]

Just the things I wear.

[She looks him over]

I suppose I could wear you but it might be uncomfortable.

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[His lips tighten against the smirk.]

I've never said the same about you.