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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"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.

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"I love it. You should wear it all the time," he says, pressing into her hand. "I love you."

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"I love you, too," she tells him, kissing him on the mouth again.

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"You're so hot," he says, kissing her harder and letting his hands wander into her hair.

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She doesn't want to stop kissing him, but at the same time she's really wanting that shirt gone. She compromises by keeping her hands wandering under his shirt, kissing him the whole time.

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"I don't want you to take this thing off but, at the same time, I do," he says against her mouth.

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One hand slides low against his stomach. "Going to have to make a decision," she tells him, and adds, "And follow through with it."

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He's almost panting now, hands buried in her hair.

"I can't. Too hard. Make it for me."

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She could make it easy on him, but she kind of likes when he gets like this. She pulls back just to pull his shirt off, then says, "No," against his mouth.

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"Aeryn," he says, almost whining. "Please. I can't make that decision."

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"This is for you," she tells him quietly, bringing her hands to the back of his head to keep him close. "It's up to you."

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"I want both," he says. "I want both. Aeryn."

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She keeps trying to pull closer, so she undoes the fastening on his pants. "Can't have both," she breathes, and smiles, "Not at once, anyway."

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He would pout...if he could currently think straight. "Off," he finally says, hands working the fabric. "Off."

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Aeryn is helpful. Kind of. Kissing him hard, she directs his hand to the tie at the front of the... whatever this is called.

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And John can take direction so he unties the thingy as quickly as he can.

"Off now. Please."

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She moves his hands again, this time to the straps so that he's the one who shrugs the top part off of her. Then she manuevers just enough that she can get the bottom part off without standing. "It's off," she tells him, in case his brain really isn't working.

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"Thank god," he says and turns her so that she's on her back on the bed. "Thank god."

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She reaches up to kiss him again, tugging his pants down around his hips.

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He reaches down and pushes the pants the rest of the way off before sliding over her again.

"I love you."

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"I love you, too," she breathes, kissing him hard and sliding one leg against his.

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"Good." He smiles against her lips. "Good."