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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"You can tell me about them, you know," he says, leaning his cheek against her head. "You don't have to but you can."

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"I know. I just had to do something for me," Aeryn tells him. "Nothing to worry about."

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"Hm. Thought I'd upset you," he admits.

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"No," she says, putting her hand on his knee as a sort of reassurance.

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"When you'd start calling me your boyfriend again?" he asks randomly.

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She almost startles at that, but can't exactly deny it. "When people started asking," she admits.

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"What were you calling me before?"

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"John," she answers simply. "I only talked to people we already knew, and they already knew, or assumed..."

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"Hm." He shrugs against her and kisses her temple. "Either's fine. I was just curious."

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She pauses briefly. "The title- or lack of one- shouldn't change anything," she says quietly. "It doesn't affect what we actually are to each other."

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"No, it doesn't," he agrees after a moment. "It doesn't. And everyone else knows what we are to each other...except some of the new students. They'll learn."

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She lightly scratches at his knee, smiling a little. "They might be disappointed," she says quietly. Big ha to Buffy.

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"Why?" he asks.

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"They can't have you," she answers, and moves her head in order to kiss him.

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He kisses her back but can't help the laugh that escapes. "Other people want me? I'd drive them crazy."

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"They don't know you that well yet," she teases. "I know how to handle you."

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"I like to be handled," he tells her.

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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."