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Mary Anne sits curled in a corner of the shower stall.
I can't do it, and as for you
Her clothes are in a soggy pile at the other end of the shower. She's contemplating burning them later, when she gets out.
Can you in good conscience even ask me to
If she gets out.
Cause what do you care about the great divide
The water is freezing but that's not why she's shaking.
As long as you come down on the winner's side

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"I don't believe I ever gave him an answer on that," she says.

"As for less complicated pairings, we left that up to Gorlim."

"Did you talk with him?"

He moves up to massage salve into her wrists.

"Legs, getting involved with them again... I mean, why would the god ask you to fuck his lover? What gave him the idea you would be up for that?"

She shakes her head.

"No. I mean, I will but...I just wanted to come home."

She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "He seems to think Gorlim's attracted to me; he just wants to make his lover happy. And I'll fuck anything that moves--why would he think I'd have a problem?"

No one's bitter here.

He gives her a Look.

"I find it hard to believe that the creature who clung to you as he did upon the other path thinks you nothing more than a whore." Then he kicks himself. Why the hell was he defending the cold prick? He didn't even like him.

"Probably not," she murmurs.

"But maybe he's not thinking at all. Maybe that's the problem."

Ruin tilts her head up and begins to rub the salve on her neck.

"I don't think he ever did." He frowns. "Or he thinks too much. What do you think?"

She smiles.

"Now you're just talking in circles, lover."

He kisses her softly.

"I like circles." He wipes his hands and leans back. "Will you? Sleep with him? Or them both? Think you could do it?"

She closes her eyes, gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"You told him you would talk to Gorlim about it, though."

He's quiet for a little while, then sighs.

"I think this will cause something bad to only become worse. I've felt the god on the fringes of my sphere for a bit now."

"I would have told him damn near anything."

She tilts her head back, staring at the ceiling. "I warned him I'd complicate things. But he didn't seem worried about that."

He laces their fingers together.

"Come on, Legs. You're a card. Start thinking like one. Why does he so need you to do this? What does he seek to gain through this?"

"I don't know!" she snaps.

"I don't know what he wants, other than to make Gorlim happy and he thinks this'll do it. A night with me--'One night. A dozen. Years.'--that's what he said." She rakes a hand through her hair. "Thought it'd look better if he beat Gorlim to the punch in asking, if it seemed like his idea. He wants a woman for his lover."

Her mouth twists. "And I am available."

Still, she hasn't let go of his hand.

He listens to her, his thumb moving gently over her palm.

"You aren't available, which is why he chose you. You're safe." He smiles. "You're married, and he knows you would never leave me and force Gorlim away from him. You are the devil he knows, Legs." He shrugs. "Ultimately, it's Gorlim's decision, if you're already willing. He is the one who says yes or no at this point."

He's thoughtfully quiet for a moment.

"However, be careful. Someone so close to me, moving people about as the god is... Something isn't right. We all brought Gorlim back, thinking it was best for him, but what about those around him, hmm?"

Hell, he'd just wanted the moping SOB out of his damn sphere. He traded one for the other, it seemed.

"That's just it," she says.

"Don't know that I'm willing." She squeezes his hand. "Why do we have to be anybody's devil, huh?"

"If you don't want to, Legs, then don't. You have to live with the choices a lot longer than Gorlim does."

The god, on the other hand, had just as long to live with them as she did.

"We'll see."

She kisses him lightly. "I'm thinkin' about clothes. What d'you think?"

"I'm thinking I like you without them."

Ruin slips his hand under the towel, teasing his fingers along her thigh.

"No clothes is much, much better."

She smirks.

"Should have known you'd say that. If you could, you'd keep me in nothing at all."

"Well... we could try covering you in chocolate..."

He helps her down from the counter.

"How about we keep the no clothes, but go duck under the covers? A compromise, of course."

"We've got to save something for Christmas, lover."

She presses a kiss just below his ear.

"Sounds like a plan."

She heads into the other room, dropping the towel on the way to the bed.

He takes his time, enjoying watching her ass.

"So, are we going to their place to celebrate the ursurping of a pagan holiday for the murderous Christians?"

"Well, it's not a holiday if nobody's massively uncomfortable. Besides, it could be fun."

She crawls into bed. "Now get over here. The sheets are cold."

"Fun? Tell me how, in the name of the multiverse, it could be fun to put all of us under the same roof like one big family?"

He crosses the room and slips in beside her, tangling his legs with hers.

"I mean, what the hell do we buy them? A suit of armor?"

"Never said it wasn't a twisted sense of fun."

She laughs. "Although as for gifts, I've got no idea."