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"Mhmmm."

Only deja vu under much more pleasant circumstances.

She slips a hand between them.

"...that feel like my knee to you?"

He grins and leans in, only pausing to murmur,

'No, that's much better,'

before licking along her bottom lip and then kissing her deeply.

She arches up to meet him, shoulders braced against the door.

(She didn't think twice when she kissed him downstairs--it seemed like the most natural thing in the world--and she's not thinking now. What's there to think about?)

There's nothing to think about but this. He slides an arm around her, placing a hand on her ass and pulling her hard into him, deepening the kiss. It's been days and she's been on his mind.

She doesn't resist, just loops her arms around his neck for leverage, and hooks one leg over his hip.

He holds the leg in place, pressing his hips into her as much as he can. It's a few moments before he needs to breath but he doesn't move away when he pulls his head back.

'Well then,' he says, in a musing sort of voice. 'What am I going to do with you tonight?'

"You telling me you haven't been coming up with answers to that question since we got back?" she retorts, a little breathlessly.

He chuckles quietly, keeping her close.

'Maybe. Aren't I supposed to give you a say in it though?'

Like hell.

"Honey, if I don't like something, you'll know about it. Beyond that..."

(I'm just glad you're here)

She shrugs.

"...I'm flexible. No pun intended."

'Hard to imagine things you won't like.'

He thinks to himself that one day soon he's going to have to test just how flexible she really is, but not tonight. He already knows how he wants her tonight. So he drops her leg and turns them around so that its his back resting against the door.

'Warm me up first, I might even tell you all about it.'

Mary Anne arches an eyebrow.

"Really, now?"

She leans in, lips just brushing his. "I'm going to have to pry it out of you? You don't just want to...talk?"

A grin spreads over his face and he shakes his head just a little.

'Did no one ever tell you that I don't break under torture?'

He tugs lightly at her earlobe with his teeth, then presses a kiss to her neck.

'But you're welcome to try and pry it out of me.'

She tilts her head to look at him, eyes a visible shade darker.

"Oh, honey, don't tempt me."

(just because she tore them to pieces doesn't mean she didn't love them all)

Her teeth scrape the corner of his jaw as she presses herself slowly against him.

'Turns you on, does it?'

He looks into her eyes, laughing at what he sees there, letting her press fully against him before wrapping arms round her to keep her there.

'I always said you were a dirty bitch.'

She grins, catching his lower lip between her teeth.

"You never said that to me," she says, almost pouting.

"I would have remembered."

He smiles, reclaims his lip and immediately kisses her lightly.

'If I'd have known you'd like it, I would have. But most women don't like that sort of thing.'

He thinks a beat.

'Unless you're already in them, then they love it.'

Just sayin'.

"Since when have I been most women?"

She rests her hands against his chest.

"And you could read the goddamn phone book while we were fucking and I'd love it."

'You've never been most women. But you objected the one time,' two times, three?, 'I called you a whore in the past. It's almost the same thing.'

He's not apologising for doing that - they weren't talking, he had eaten that candy, just wanted to piss you off; all justified reasons, he thinks.

He kisses her again, starts to walk her backwards towards the bed.

'I think I can do better than read the phone book.'

Much better.

(almost is not quite)

She doesn't bother correcting him.

"I think you can, too."

When they hit the bed he doesn't take his arms from around her, just looks into her eyes for a moment. Sometimes he feels like he should have her more worked out by now; she's so transparent in some ways and impossibly opaque in others.

Fuck it. A hand on her her shoulder tries to push her down to sit on the bed in front of him.

(If he totally understood her, would he still be interested?)

She acquiesces, taking a seat on the edge and looking up, head slightly cocked.

(Possibly not. But maybe.)

He looks down at her with...well, not a smirk exactly. Something between that and a smile, as he runs a finger down her cheek.

He'd been meaning to have her suck him off but her face like that...he kneels between her legs instead, hand in her hair as he pulls her in for a kiss, gentle but insistent.

Her arms slide over his shoulders, one hand resting on the back of his neck as she leans forward to meet him.

It's comfortable like that for a while but it's not long before he wants more. Lots more. He presses a hand to her chest, away from him.

'Lie back.'

She does, arms stretched over her head and one foot rubbing idly up his calf.