Room 209, Saturday evening

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Aeryn has decided she's fine with her current schedule of hitting things, shooting things (or not, and heading home. That will probably change next week, but right now, she's good with it. It's much easier than say, shopping.

Okay, there's also laundry, but that had to be done. She barely even notices anymore if some of John's shirts end up in with hers, and puts them away like normal. If she thinks about it, she could very well freak out, so no thinking. She's done with the the weirdness for now. So she finishes putting everything away, closing the closet door and for some reason opens the door to the room.

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"Hadn't noticed," she lies, staying close.

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"Really?" John makes a face and nods. "You may not have noticed but you sure do like to handle me. What about that thing with the tongue you did the other night..."

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"I do like to handle you."

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"Hm." He grins and leans down to kiss her. "Wanna watch tv?"

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"Anything good on?" she asks, and as soon as the question's asked she's kissing him again.

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John communicates through icon telepathy wraps his arms around her. "I dunno. I can't see because you're kissing me."

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Aeryn still thinks that icon's inappropriate for this scene omg turns a little more toward him, kissing along his jaw. "That's okay. You're not tired, are you?"

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"I'm a little tired," he admits and uses the icon again. "I can be convinced to wake up."

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She kisses him again, then pulls away. "Wait here."

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"Will do," he says but is very curious.

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Aeryn gets up and goes into the bathroom, returning a minute later, just a little bit more self-conscious. Teensy bit.

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John...loses the ability to do anything but gape at her.

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She's going to take the silence as a good thing. "Still tired?" she asks.

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"I can't feel my legs," he says, still gaping. "Holy God."

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"Well, we want you to be able to feel your lower half," she reminds him, a little concerned.

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"Oh my god, when did you buy that?" He still hasn't moved. "You're beautiful."

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"I told you I went shopping," she says, smiling a little.

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"I've lost the ability to do anything but stare at you."

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Aeryn sits back down next to him to see if that's still true.

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"Oh my god, stand back up so I can stare at all of you again!"

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"How long am I going to be standing there, then?" she asks, not moving.

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"Until I can manage to put my brain back on line and stop thinking with other body parts," he explains.

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"In this case," she says, kissing his neck, "you don't need to do any of that."

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He's already breathing heavily. "God, this is the hottest thing ever."

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"Glad you like it," she murmurs, lightly biting at the skin of his neck and sliding one hand just under the hem of his shirt.