intheblanks | ➹BEEPER

[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.]

[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?

[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?

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]

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.

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?]

I assume it's not something Anansi need.

[and he suspects that makes him complicated.]

Ananasi.

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

No. We don't need it.

[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.

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

On the roof.

[...

He just bursts out laughing.]

You're something special.

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

Yes, I am.

[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.]