The apartment, Cambridge, MA- Tuesday evening

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The flipside of getting a chance to go out and help save a friend and hurt some things in the process was that afterwards, it was back to normal things, like filling out job applications in front of the TV and feeling uncomfortable in the current style of clothes. There might have been a little part of her that wondered if it would be wrong to wear a pulse pistol around the apartment, just for the night.

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"It'd be less of a while if you'd quit stopping to talk," she said, kissing his neck.

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"I like talking," he breathed, tilting his head and sliding his hand down her side.

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Just to see if he would keep talking if she didn't, she licked her way up his neck.

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"Oooooh." That was still talking even if it was just one word. Still talking. His fingers tightened against her, trying to bring her closer.

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Thinking it didn't count, she pressed closer, flush against him.

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"Oh my god," he said and that totally counted. He was breathing heavy, scrabbling at her to bring her closer, all the way. "Please please please. Now, please, can we?"

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She nodded, thinking that was a pretty good idea herself. "We can," she said, and repositioned herself just enough to make that happen.

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John really really loved his couch.

And he loved Aeryn.

These two things together? A good night made.