She turns the key in the lock and her hands don't shake. get him out of the bar, keep him away from the brothel She pushes the door open, gesturing inside as she pockets the key. get him on ground you can control "After you."
"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?'
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 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?'
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.'
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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.
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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.
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'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?'
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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."
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'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.'
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"So what? Our little secret, huh?" She practically sneers the words.
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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?'
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"Secrets have a habit of not staying that way. Especially when it comes to who's sleeping together."
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His tone is flat and he lets go of her wrist. Christ. Women.
'And that's your only objection?'
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"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.
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'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.
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"I'm your friend, not a saint," she snaps, trying to put enough edge in the words to sound pissed instead of hurt.
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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.
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Even as her smile says there isn't going to be a next time.
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'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.
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"Well...that could have been worse."