Room 238, Saturday afternoon

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There doesn't seem to be anything going on today, Aeryn doesn't actually feel like going to the gym today (yes, it does happen) and she's still not chancing the weather yet, though rain was encouraging. So this is Aeryn bored, and discovering there's nothing on TV on Saturday afternoons.

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That feels good, so the only words he'll get are, "Okay."

Okay, word.

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He smiles against her neck before coming up to kiss her lightly.

"I'm good at input."

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Aeryn gently touches his cheek. "You'll get no argument from me," she says. "About that."

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"Still have to check out your ship," he says and has no idea where that came from.

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"You're still hopping," she reminds him, but she hasn't forgotten about that.

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"I won't be hopping forever," he says and slides back down to kiss and suck her neck.

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She closes her eyes, sighing a little. "Another reason I want you healthy faster."

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He takes a moment to say, "I'm getting there," before he actually bites her neck. And, of course, he kisses the patch of skin to soothe.

He loves doing this to her.

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Aeryn moans a little at that, one hand finding its way just under his shirt, sliding over the skin of his side.

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He grins and bites the same spot again, intent on making this little mark his best yest. After a few more minutes of the routine, he pulls away and examines her neck.

And laughs.

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She noticed he stopped, but it still takes her a moment to open her eyes, even with the laughing. "What?" she asks.

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"It's a good one," he says and rubs a thumb over the forming bruise on her neck.

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"One day you're going to have to stop that," she says, but not today, because while the bruises aren't fun, getting them is.

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"But now you can make up stories about how it got there," he grins.

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"I like the real story."

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"You didn't at first," he recalls.

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"You think anyone would believe any story I did make up?" she counters, hand still under his shirt.

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"It's fun to see you try," he admits and grins at her.

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She tries to look offended, but it's not working, so she gives it up and kisses him instead.

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"Mm." He smiles again and...accidentally puts weight on his ankle. His happy sigh turn into a grimace.

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Aeryn sighs. "That's why we're not trying the Prowler yet."

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"I'm fine," he says even though he's wincing and glaring. "Just a twinge."

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Aeryn sits up a little, removing her hand. "John..."

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"Oh, don't do that," he complains when she takes her hand away. "I'm...it just hurts a little."

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"'A little' still means it hurts," she points out.