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"It had better be an emergency."
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[He lifts her hands to his shoulders and edges both of them to the shower door.]

How much of an idea do you think she has?

[synanthrope]

About us? Rosella is under the impression that sleeping in the same bed is more for warmth than for sex. I doubt she thinks about it.

[She's lets him move her, her fingers curling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck]

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She's not a child. Eventually she has to figure out that I'm not just a cheap alternate to an electric blanket.

[some irony, as it's chilly out of the water. His hands traces over the lines of her body and (for warmth) lift her against him. One set of wet footprints are better than two.

And it's nice, sometimes, to be the one doing the carrying.]

[synanthrope]

[Fortunately for Chase, she doesn't weigh much; she wraps her legs around his waist, as if it will make it less awkward of him]

She can't even bring herself up to say virginity.

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[He laughs at that, holding her close, walking slowly until there's carpet rather than slippy bathroom flooring under his feet.]

I can't believe you've lived together this long.

[synanthrope]

[He might find it easier than usual - her grace is a gift, even when she's being carried]

She's a good roommate, and no one thinks badly of someone who can live with her.

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[Correction:]

I can't believe you've lived together this long without having an influence.

[synanthrope]

I try not to tell her to relax and have sex.

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Or that one might influence the other.

[He catches his elbow against the doorframe on the turn into his room, sucking a breath between his teeth, it's an opportunity to press her back against it.]

[synanthrope]

She has enough trouble with me naked when I'm sick.

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I have trouble with you being sick.

[synanthrope]

Is it because I don't wear clothes?

[She leans into him, finally, her head on his shoulder]

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[He leans in to kiss the exposed line of her neck.]

Yes. I can't believe it's taken you this long to figure out.

[No, Saya, it's not.]

[synanthrope]

Is that sarcasm?

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Nope.

[Still finding places to kiss. He catches the water droplets still clinging to her throat, running from her hair.]

I'd like you more covered from neck to ankle at all times. [Yes, Saya. Sarcasm.] I don't like you being ill. why do you think they don't let doctors treat people they have personal relationships with?

[synanthrope]

[She tilts her head to catch his mouth, easily]

I don't trust anyone else. It has to be you.

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It always will be. [He sets her down, gently, resting his hands either side of her head and kissing her.] I don't trust anyone else, either.

[Slightly different meaning, same result.]

[synanthrope]

[She's about to thank him but it gets swallowed by a kiss, and she pulls him closer. He still smells a little like werewolf but she can deal for a moment]

You still smell.

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[He laughs, pulling her toward the bathroom with him.]

Come and smell like me.

[synanthrope]

Only like your soap.

[But she's following, shorter than usual.]

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It'll do.

[And it obviously means something to him, goofy as it is.]

[synanthrope]

Can you even tell?

[She steps into his shower, gingerly. It's smaller than hers, and her water pressure is better, but it's not bad, either.]

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Of course. And so can any werewolves in the vicinity.

[People will know. Or, there's that small potential for it.

He gets the water on quickly, hot but not scalding, and turns to shield her from most of it almost as smoothly.]

[synanthrope]

[She almost laughs; it's a soft sound.]

Yes, I'm sure they can.

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[He unhooks the shower gel with one hand. It's designer, musk and spice, something she'd approve of. Even the bottle is well made.]

Marking my territory.