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Slower in my 'old age'? Hardly.

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Yeah, well. I didn't hear you complain much when I had you on your back.

The fact you had your hand 'round my cock probably helped.

*smirks* Probably.

...wanna find out what happens when it's more than just your hand?

Oh, I have a few theories I'd like to try out...

They the kinda theories that involve havin' to clean up with a towel after testin' out?

Yep, ~~or bleach~~.

Sounds good to me. ~~Bleach? Jesus, what're you plannin' on doin' to your poor bathroom?~~

Good. ~~That's for just in case you get a bit too frisky with the claws. Nothing cleans up blood stains better than bleach.~~

I'd say your place or mine, but... y'know I don't even have a place. ~~Really? Have to remember that.~~

And I'd say my door's always open because even if it wasn't, you'd probably still find a way in.

Did before, didn't I?

True, but you might want to call ahead next time...

...well, shit.

Never thought I'd be the type to call a girl back first.

I'll even make sure there are a couple of cold ones in the fridge.

So tell me, why ain't you married yet?

Told you. I'm not the "white picket fence" kinda girl. That and that whole "til death do you part" thing takes on a whole new meaning for those of us who can't stay dead for very long.

Tell me 'bout it. I did just kinda mean why the hell don't you have a man when you've pretty much got everythin' a guy could want, but... yeah.

Maybe it's because I haven't found one I really liked...

...oh?

Don't look so surprised when someone admits they like you.

Didn't say I didn't like it.