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"It had better be an emergency."
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[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?

[intheblanks]

No, but I'd love it if you had some red leather gloves.

[synanthrope]

I do, in my closet.

[It's true. She does.]

[intheblanks]

[But that sounds like it involves getting up.]

Maybe next time.

[Maybe after he's got her to sit through the film that imprinted garages and car jacks, red leather gloves and perhaps even a haircut on him.]

[synanthrope]

What do they mean?

[intheblanks]

Sentimental value.

[It's probably a more accurate description than calling it a kink.]

You still need to catch up on some pop culture.

[synanthrope]

Televisions or movies?

[intheblanks]

Films. [He doesn't get much time for television, either. Films are easier - self contained and pauseable.

He settles where he is, shifting his weight so it's not on her.]

Date night, sometime?

[synanthrope]

I think I can manage a date.

[She can sit still two hours.]

[intheblanks]

I'll pick up the basics on my way home next week. Rental place for the movie, store for chips and [Uh] pureed liver.

[synanthrope]

[She kisses him, then, open mouthed, and pulls back]

I'll prepare my own snack, don't worry.