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

[He laughs, softly, curling his fingers against her skin.]

You don't think I'm that unobservant.

[synanthrope]

You're more observant than people realize.

[She pulls him back to sit on the desk]

What gave me away?

[intheblanks]

[Now he doesnt mind pressing in close.]

A few things. You looked like your own relative. I'm not sure you'd leave me alone in your office. And at close enough quarters, you can always smell what the aftershave is covering.

[More than that of course. Little things adding up, the way she moves and the way he did. Their eyes. But the aftershave sold it.]

[synanthrope]

Things I doubt anyone else would notice.

[She pulls him closer, to bracket him in with her legs]

You never thought there might be another spider?

[intheblanks]

Yes. But if there was, it wanted to eat me.

[He holds up one arm to show the cufflinks laced in his sleeve.]

And I'd have been warned.

[synanthrope]

I always like to eat you.

Just, never for dinner.

[intheblanks]

[He holds eye contact a second before dipping his head to laugh.]

Should I run if I see him again?

[synanthrope]

No. Just know that I'm probably hungry, so it would be best not to follow.

[Plausible deniability.]

[intheblanks]

You're hungry now.

[It's phrased as a question, though Chase is unfastening buttons on that oversized shirt.]

Is that the only thing you take him out for?

[synanthrope]

[Her skin is smooth, there's no usual dangle of necklaces around her neck]

Or if I have to lose a tail.

[intheblanks]

Can you grow one of those, too?

[He kisses his grin away against the corner of her mouth, then pulls back a little, really looking at her.]

[synanthrope]

No. I have an opisthosoma.

[She doesn't tilt her head, but her eyes close to take that kiss, like she's savoring it]

[intheblanks]

A joke.

[a needless, warm murmur. And then,]

Smartarse.

[He adds, a little more contemplative, and with his hands running down her sides,]

It didn't bother me that much, once I knew.

[synanthrope]

Good. It's not something I can change.

I don't expect you to have sex with me like that, either.

[Bluntly]

[intheblanks]

[He swallows.]

That would be a step up from not bothering me.

[although, come on.]

You never have?

[synanthrope]

I didn't say that.

I just said I wouldn't with you. You're not interested in men.

[intheblanks]

No.

[But look, he gets a little one track sometimes. And if he's addressing most of his conversation to her chest it's because it's reassuring.]

So you have? With other men?

[synanthrope]

Yes. And women.

[She seems unbothered, but then that shouldn't be a surprise.]

[intheblanks]

[Probably not, but somehow.]

Recently?

[synanthrope]

No, not recently.

[She has to think about it.]

I haven't had sex as Thomas in about a year. As for sex with a woman, the last time I did that was about six months ago.

[intheblanks]

[It does make the tiny part of his mind capable of dealing with these things sigh with relief at having less to cope with. It also implies something.]

As a woman's better.

[synanthrope]

Well, it usually depends on the partner.

But yes.

[Well. It is.]

[intheblanks]

[There's just a little, interested quirk to his expression, for a moment. And then he pulls her closer, pulls her against him.]

How hungry?

[synanthrope]

Not so hungry.

[She tugs him closer]

I don't feel like getting dressed, anyway.

[intheblanks]

[His hands go to his belt. Short work.]

No? I thought two wardrobes would have been your favourite perk.