➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[synanthrope]

I thought you knew, Chase.

You're different. You don't count.

[intheblanks]

[Different, complicated. He knows and at the same time doesn't quite comprehend.]

If I know that, I don't know what to do about it.

[synanthrope]

You don't have to do anything about it.

[She tilts her head. This is her issue, not his. She's acting on him, not the other way around]

[intheblanks]

[She's his issue, and a boat he's trying desperately not to upset. He knows the damage that can be done by wanting more.

So he nods and doesn't meet her eyes. He looks at the jeep, instead.]

Anything left I can give you a hand with?

[A hand being holding her wrench while she executes perfection, but still.]

[synanthrope]

I was about finished, for the night.

Have you ever fixed a car?

[intheblanks]

I kept something like this running long enough to strand a few of us in the bush one Winter break. Fixed would be an exaggeration.

[synanthrope]

I suppose everyone starts somewhere.

[She leans over and presses a kiss against his hair]

[intheblanks]

[He laughs, looking up and catching her loosely around the waist before she can lean back.]

I pay a mechanic whenever what I'm driving is more expensive than the scrap value of its parts.

[synanthrope]

The same way I pay a doctor?

[She's caught, balancing very precariously, but leaning into him slightly, too.]

[intheblanks]

[This might almost be an attempt to unbalance her in his direction.]

Depends which doctor.

[synanthrope]

So you mean I shouldn't pay you for a breast exam?

[She did go there, Chase.]

[intheblanks]

It means I'll never bill you for medical care. Only my sexual services.

[synanthrope]

[She looks at him for a moment, and it's clear that she's parsing that sentence in her head]

That's a joke.

[intheblanks]

Mhm. [And this, Saya, is a kiss.] I haven't had to explain one in a while.

[synanthrope]

[She kisses him back, her fingers going to his hair. She finds his hair endlessly fascinating]

I'm starting to develop an awareness for your sense of humor.

[intheblanks]

[It's a horrible, terrible trigger point which he allowed to grow long entirely on purpose, and her attentions always make his breath catch just a little.]

Not quite the same as an appreciation for it, but we've all got to start somewhere.

[synanthrope]

Another one.

[She presses her lips to his hairline, just like that]

[intheblanks]

You're getting good.

[He tilts his face up, greedy.]

[synanthrope]

A little more perceptive.

[She's always perceptive, though, she watches everything, records everything, even things she might not totally understand, to parse them out later. She presses a kiss to his mouth]

[intheblanks]

[And that isn't something he's unaware of. It comes out too bluntly sometimes, unclouded by emotion, but the questions she asks are too often laser targeted to an exact nerve. He'll never have clinical detachment down so pat.]

Just a little quicker. [She's impossible to unbalance and he cedes instead, the wheels of the creeper rocking back as he moves over her.]

[synanthrope]

[She moves her legs so they're splayed for a moment, giving him space, then she moves them over his so she has to hold onto him for a moment.]

I'm very fast.

[There's a slight smile, there.]

Are you trying to seduce me, Robert?

[intheblanks]

[He looks as innocent as anyone can looking down at someone they've pinned under them.]

Should I be less subtle?

[synanthrope]

Does it work on me?

Subtlety?

[She has a smile on her face that she doesn't normally wear, something more sly and a little dangerous.]

[intheblanks]

I've always enjoyed your unfamiliarity with the concept.

[synanthrope]

Do you want to move somewhere more comfortable?