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'Back to normal?'

It's not that long since he had the candy bar but then again, she just knocked him out. He wants to hit her more than he wants to sleep with her but the throbbing pain in his gut rules out that idea for the time being.

'When have I ever not wanted in your pants? What the hell are you doing?'

Confusion! And ow. Still lots of ow.

Ah, well. A girl can dream.

"Much as I appreciate the complement...I'm trying to keep you from doing something really stupid."

Ow is good; residual ow means she won't have to hit him again.

He fixes her with a glare that would possibly be intimidating to other people, in other circumstances.

'You didn't seem like you minded a few minutes ago. There's nothing stupid about what I'm doing, you're just a bitch.'

'You didn't seem like you minded--'

and for a minute, I didn't

She doesn't bite.

"Yeah, I'm a bitch. I'm the bitch that's reminding you fucking around while you're on...whatever isn't smart, since at some point you're bound to remember you're married. And I like you and Random too much to watch you screw that up."

Ramon snorts.

'Married? I know I am but it's stupid.'

Though he does glance down at the ring on his finger and it occurs to him that yes, actually, Random is rather nice.

'...I mean, who wants to get tied down? He's even got a kid and it pisses me off - I just want to go out and have fun and I'm supposed to stay in and work and it's boring.'

And he has to add,

'If you're trying to stop me getting into trouble, what did you kiss me for?'

It's just as well her own left hand is still behind her back.

"Figured better a little trouble with someone who can kick your ass than a lot in the brothel or the bar proper. I'm nicer than Security."

It's even mostly the truth.

He doesn't believe that and it shows.

'Bullshit. For one thing, you don't know that I would have got into trouble with anything - whores are supposed to get paid to fuck. And that wasn't a kiss like you were doing it because you had to. You loved it, don't try and tell me different.'

His ego wouldn't allow him to hear anything else anyway.

"I know you've got a short ass temper, which makes it damn likely you'd get into trouble."

Her lip curls. "And so what if I did," she mutters.

He hopes he would have got into trouble. That's what makes things fun. But right now, he's enjoying her admission too much to impart that vital information.

'Fucking knew it. Remember when we weren't talking but I asked you one time whether shit would be different if I'd got you into bed before Julian did and you said it wasn't about sex? I fucking knew you were lying.'

He's laughing because how can she expect to not get beaten over the head with this?

'Random's gonna be pissed at you - even more pissed, I mean. And I bet Ruin will be interested to hear it.'

Ramon is so the man.

Of course she remembers. The idea had scared her shitless.

he's not in his right mind I'm not in my right mind he might not even remember and if he does surely he won't

'Were you ever going to tell me about your little crush?'

"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up!"

'No need to be embarrassed.'

He sits up with the most infuriating smirk on his face, lights a cigarette and then lounges back against the head of her bed.

'You want me. It's understandable. But why should I do anything? You just hit me.'

He thinks she should consider herself lucky that he's still in her room, quite frankly.

"I hit you to keep you from 'doing anything,'" she snarls.

She's pissed, because she doesn't feel comfortable with pounding the shit out of him for the hell of it and she would ever so like to hit something. Also because he knows she's pissed and he's got one more thing to beat her over the head with. And also because she thought she was over this.

She curls her legs to her chest and seethes in his general direction.

He snickers quietly and spends a minute just watching her fume. And then sighs in a dramatic way and stubs out his cigarette.

'Well, all right. Otherwise you're just going to sulk, aren't you?'

Can't have that. He shifts down the bed until he's sitting in front of her curled-up legs and then carefully takes hold of her wrist and attempts to tug her closer to him.

'You hit me but I'll let it go. Just stop talking crap and it'll be OK, alright?'

"The only one talking crap in here is you."

She tugs against him and manages to resist being moved, but doesn't succeed in freeing her wrist.

"It's not going to be okay."

Ramon looks genuinely surprised by that.

'What am I saying that's crap? I'm not making this shit up. Come here. I won't do anything if you don't want me to.'

Of course, he thinks she does want him to so is assuming there won't be much resistance beyond the perfunctory.

'It'll be fine. Just don't tell anyone.'

She doesn't (can't) believe him.

"So what? Our little secret, huh?" She practically sneers the words.

'Yeah. Why not?'

He can't see anything wrong with that. If no one tells, then no one'll get hurt. But it might not matter anyway because in the last couple of hours he's decided that he's not ready for a committed relationship and is definitely going to ask Random to have an open one instead. Yes. Definitely. But later.

...although Random did look very nice in bed this morning, all rumpled and sleepy. Mmmm.

He blinks, to focus. 'What's your problem now?'

She smiles faintly.

"Secrets have a habit of not staying that way. Especially when it comes to who's sleeping together."

'You can't keep your mouth shut, is what you're saying.'

His tone is flat and he lets go of her wrist. Christ. Women.

'And that's your only objection?'

She arches an eyebrow, managing to not look totally offended.

"My mouth can stay shut...among other things. I'm just saying that things have a way of getting found out."

She shrugs. "It's my main one, yeah."

Because people finding out does have such potentially delightful consequences.

He laughs again, a little cruelly.

'So you like me and Random so much that you're trying to keep me out of trouble but you'd still fuck me if you thought he wouldn't find out.'

He doesn't need to tell her that there's a name for people like that; it's written all over his face.

This isn't exactly her proudest moment.

"I'm your friend, not a saint," she snaps, trying to put enough edge in the words to sound pissed instead of hurt.

He stares at her for a long moment, torn between flattery, hormones that want him to just rip her clothes off and the sudden knowledge that he is wearing a wedding ring and does he really want to mess that up, even if it is stupid to be tied down?

He won't find out...

...but I only want him anyway, right?

Right.

He sighs and stands up, not feeling nearly so amused with the whole situation.

'What is it with women? I was all ready for it, you fucking tease me and then knock me out and now you want it but are all serious about shit and Christ, I would have been happy with a blowjob, y'know?'

Men make a lot more sense.

"Sorry talking's not a turn on. Maybe next time."

Even as her smile says there isn't going to be a next time.

He knows there isn't. Doesn't want there to be one - he may be mentally a teenager at the moment but when it comes down to it, he's not about to rick losing Random. And he knows Mary Anne too well to be able to honestly say it would be a simple one-off thing. Nothing's simple with her.

'Yeah. Maybe.'

Never.

'I'm going home. I'll see you around - let me know when you're going to be in the bar and I'll bring an ice pack in anticipation.'

He doesn't smile as he slips out of the door.

Her smile holds until the door closes.

"Well...that could have been worse."