Room 238, Monday night

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Well, this was a perfect cap to an already humiliating weekend.

As soon as John and Aeryn are inside the room, she closes the door. And bangs her head against it once.

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"What's wrong?" He's leaning against the couch, looking at the head banging with concern.

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Aeryn stares at him. She does that a lot.

"Are you serious?"

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"Um, no?" He wrings his hands together. "Yes. What's the matter?"

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Where to start. Very slowly, she says, "Just because I didn't know the terminology doesn't mean I've never..."

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"Umm..." Oh, well hell. Crap. "Ummm. I thought...um."

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"You and I don't really... We just go for..." Well, she's eloquent tonight.

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"Yeah, yeah." John nods. "We go for the...car in the garage type thing. Not the scenic drive." Oh god, car metaphors!

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"What?"

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"Nothing, nothing." John turns bright red. "So, you've done that...before?"

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"You knew I... before, just not that I..." She sighs. "I seem to have lost my power of speech."

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"I didn't know!" John says. "I knew you'd been with other...guys," and that almost hurts to say, "but nothing specific!"

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"It never exactly came up in conversation," she explains.

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"I didn't want it to come up in conversation," John says. "No talk of other guys conquering your mountain!"

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Aeryn nods, because she doesn't exactly want to talk about that sort of thing, either.

Remembering the last time she heard his particular phrasing, though, she says, "You can't tell me you don't know when it's... working, by the way."

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"I'm insecure!" John can't believe he's having this conversation. "And I've never done that to a girl. At all."

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She might be turning a little red again. "Oh."

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John turns bright red too.

"Oh, yes. You do realize before you, it'd been kissing and heavy petting for me, right? I'm not experienced!"

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She remembers those days before homecoming. And they've talked about this. "I know," she says quietly.

And after a moment, adds, "Quick study, though."

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"But...what if I bite you in the wrong place or something?"

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"No biting!" She is immediately reconsidering this whole idea.

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"But, I bite you in other places!"

John just groans and buries his face in his hands.

"I'm becoming a monk, I swear to God."

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"I mean... biting's fine, but not... there... Are we really having this conversation?"

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"No, I'm going celibate," he declares. "No more sex forever. No more biting, no more floral hex, no more nothing. Cold turkey!"

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She stares at him. She does do that a lot. "The frell you are."

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"It's my decision," John says. "My pants stay on. There's too much involved in sex."

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That idea does not make her happy, and she's not even entertaining the idea. Even jokingly. So it shouldn't be a total surprise when she corners him against the couch and kisses him.

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"What're you doing?" John asks against her mouth.

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"Proving a point," she says, and kisses him harder this time.

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He's too caught off guard to do much else but kiss her back.

"But, I'm giving up sex," he whines half heartedly. "There's too much stuff involved!"

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"Not letting you," she insists. "There is no celibacy happening here, got it?"

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"I don't know how to do floral hex," he says, still trying to resist.

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"You can learn," she says, moving her mouth to his neck for the good kind of biting. "And I do, apparently."

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He moans and tries to stifle it.

"Aeryn. No. Celibacy. I can be a monk," he moans, pressing into her.

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"No, you can't," she says against his skin, and goes for the button on his pants.

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"Why can't I be a monk?" John asks, sucking his belly at the touch of her fingers. "It would be easier on the both of us. No mishaps during sex."

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"Maybe, but it wouldn't make me happy," Aeryn murmurs, pulling at his zipper.

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He's breathing a little harder now and his resistance is slipping.

"But..but...a monk! With a cool robe!"

[Gonna have to hit the bed soon.]

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She kisses him lightly, and asks, "Are you sure you don't like this way better?"


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"I'm...oh, don't stop, Aeryn." He barely whispers. "Please. Don't stop."

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She smiles and kisses him again harder, already tugging his pants around his hips.