➹BEEPER

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"It had better be an emergency."
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[He watches her.]

It won't last long.

[Though of course there's no guarantee that's true, and the rain seems to pound down more heavily in denial.

He rests a hand against the small of her back, smoothing circles.]

Do you know if anyone owns this place?

[synanthrope]

[She takes a breath]

No. It's abandoned.

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Okay. Good.

[He leans in for a second, resting his head against hers.]

You drive.

[And then he's out of the car, into the driving rain, grateful that the ground hasn't turned to mud yet so he has something solid to wedge his foot against while he pushes open the hefty barn doors.]

[synanthrope]

[She moves and slips into the drivers seat and when the door is open she drives the car in.

Once the car is in the barn, which is remarkably dry, she moves to get him a towel from the back. She keeps an entire set of clothes, for her and for him, in the back, just in case.]

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[...Of course she does.]

Who trained you, the boy scouts?

[synanthrope]

You like to have sex in strange places sometimes.

[As if that's an explanation]

Are you complaining?

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[Only about the use of you.]

You don't?

[synanthrope]

Yes, but I don't get messy.

[She can't, so.]

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[He throws the towel lightly back to her, catching his lower lip between his teeth.]

I thought you liked me messy.

[synanthrope]

Covered in mud?

[Her smile is turning into a grin, her hands going to the fastenings of her dress]

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It's a look.

[Only the sharp catch of his teeth keep him from grinning back. Maintaining the distance between them, he starts on the buttons of his sodden shirt.]

[synanthrope]

[It doesn't take much more than that before all she's wearing is her jewelry - this outfit didn't come with any underwear at all - and she's leaning against the car, looking at him]

I could stop carrying towels.

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[How many of hers do? And still no complaints on his end.

He hooks fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, walking toward her.]

Or we can just put the seats back in the car.

[synanthrope]

I thought you liked the idea of on the hood.

[She's already opening the door, though]

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I like a lot of things.

[He catches her around the waist before she can climb in, pulling her back against him.]

Rain looked like it was settling in for a while.

[synanthrope]

[She settles her body against him, hands against the skin of his back]

It did. We might be stuck here a while.

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[Her warmth makes him shiver, suddenly more aware of the cold everywhere she's not touching.]

Long enough for more than one idea.

[synanthrope]

[She presses her mouth to his collarbone, moving so his right leg is between hers]

How many ideas do you have?

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[Now he grins, head tipped back so she can't see.]

I'll be honest, they're mostly variations on a theme.

[His dates are usually the creative ones.

His hands are distracted from the idea of getting his jeans off by the intrusion of her thigh. He smooths his palm up the inside of her leg.]

[synanthrope]

[She rocks up against him, and her teeth grip his earlobe for a second before turning it into a kiss]

I'm not very good at music.