➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[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]

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[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.

[intheblanks]

I don't mind. [He clarifies, chasing her mouth but not quite catching it, leaning in so that the fall of his hair gets in both their eyes.] I never mind.

[synanthrope]

Why not?

[As usual, it's a genuine question, presented with Saya's typical forthrightness.]

[intheblanks]

It's what you need. How could I find that offensive? [Sometimes, he thinks the answers should just be obvious.] I'd be an idiot if the only way I could deal with it was by pretending you don't eat at all.

Besides, I'm not squeamish. I'd rather eat yours than make you eat mine.

[synanthrope]

I don't know. Humans are strange about offense. They find things offensive when they shouldn't be.

[And that's why the answers aren't obvious]

[intheblanks]

We're not talking about your feelings about apartheid. It's biology. The people who are offended by that are the people who give cutesy names to their genitals. Not worth listening to.

[synanthrope]

Call a cock a cock?

[She nods her head]

Then you can be in charge of snacks.