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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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."