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not_every_mage) wrote2016-05-29 09:19 am
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Random Hotel Room, Sunday Morning
Anders woke up first, surprised by the now-unfamiliar rhythm of someone else breathing next to him. It took him the smallest fraction of a second before he realized the shape next to him was Kathy.
His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.
She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.
He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.
[OOC: For one, please!]
His head spun. He'd had too much to drink the night before; they both had. She might wake up and decide this was a one-off, that they shouldn't spoil fifteen years of mostly platonic friendship over a drunken mistake.
She might. But deep in his most selfish heart, he hoped that she wouldn't.
He curved closer to her, enjoying the moment as much as he could before what he feared would be its inevitable end.
[OOC: For one, please!]
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"And even after I graduate, I'm going to be working a lot for the next few years," he told her. "We haven't chosen easy lives, Kathy. I don't have any problem with what you're doing with yours except that I want you to come home to me. Just -- try not to run into burning buildings if you don't absolutely have to, all right?"
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"I'll try not to," Kathy said. "Most of my do-gooding happens in the courtroom now, rather than random alleyways." And when she went off to pick fights with Sentinels or demons, she had a team to back her up. "I want to come home to you," she said. "And have you come home to me, too. I want to bitch about my day at the office and have you complain about patients and have nights when we're both so tired we just order in and fall down on the couch to veg out in front of terrible TV."
Part of her was yelling Too fast! Too fast! You just got divorced, too soon! but she was ignoring it. They'd been waiting ten years for this; making them wait longer just to satisfy convention was stupid. And selfish. And wrong.
And speaking of defying convention, she blurted out, "But I want us to share that with Dante, too. Not just the terrible TV, but the everything. Us."
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Dante belonged in their lives, and in their bed if he felt like it.
Still, that left one question unanswered. "What about other people?" he asked. "Are we going to be monogamous except for Dante, or should we let things be more fluid than that?"
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Just what the house needed, another round of Post-Its, with Agni and Rudra giving color commentary and helpful hints, oh god.
"But if there are other people you're interested in, then we can be more fluid if you want," she added quickly. "I mean, I know you've been dating and if there's something you want to explore, it wouldn't be fair to deny you that just because I came traipsing back into DMC..."
She wasn't sure she could do the fluid thing forever, but while they were still figuring things out...?
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Strangely, his attempts at dating had died off just as Kathy's marriage thudded to an end.
"I don't think I want anybody else either, but we can talk again if we change our minds."
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"We can always talk to each other. Always have been. About anything," Kathy said, dipping forward to kiss him again. Her lips lingered on his before slowly pulling away. "That was all I wanted, you know. Back before that fucking portal. You and me, with Dante coming back home with us sometimes. That was my idea of the perfect future."
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Like a bendy and bouncy girlfriend and a...whatever Dante was going to be?
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He stretched, utterly content.
"Speaking of satisfied, did you still need healing, or are you all right?"
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That kind of aching soreness that said both well-used and well done.
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"I'll heal you," he said, fingers moving to brush against her underpants. "And then tonight we'll go home sore. Best of both worlds."
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Because it mostly just hurt her.
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"I will," she promised. "I'll probably need a friend when I'm done. Someone who looks at me and sees me, not a ghost."
Or a zombie.