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Well, I don't usually care much about science, but I suppose I could just this once.

Not kick your ass out of your own bed?

We'll try one of your Talking Heads songs first.

Come now, you can play more fair than that.

I'd hope so.

Make a suggestion, then.

I'm afraid nothing comes to mind for this moment, but I reserve the right to hold this favor at some other time. [And he's pulling his socks off with his feet as he talks, see, he's a man of his word.]

...okay, fine. I accept your conditions. [She looks pleased. What a freak.]

[And because she seems to like it so, he scooped her up in his arms to carry up the stairs like a complete and total gentleman.]

This doesn't mean David Byrne beats Morrisey, by the way, so don't get all smarmy like you've won.

[She does! Not only is it fun, but it means she can be lazy. And... well, maybe she likes the fact that he can actually do it.]

You only say that because you sort of resemble Morrissey.

[Well, he may call her fat sometimes but she is quite light. And small.

Oh man, that gets a shy little appeased smile out of him.]

...You really think so?

[YEAH WELL... she's totally small! She just has hips and tits, which she hopes is more appealing than skin and bones.]

A little. You're better looking, though. Definitely.

[It doesn't hurt]

And you're better looking than David Byrne.

[Is he teasing or is that an honest compliment. Who cares! because he's kissing you as he carries you for saying nice things about his looks.]

[Good. Because if he calls her fat she's going to punch him. :(]

I'm flattered. [She appreciates it, either way. It's still dorky and she likes that. She makes a pleased little sound, gripping his arm lightly.]

You might look good in a giant suit though. Just a suggestion. [He kissed her again as he approached the bed and, oops, drops her.]

And then you'll complain about it if I choose to wear it in public, won't you? Careful with your--[oof.]--suggestions, bub. [She primps a little, messing with her hair, trying to look like she doesn't care at all. (Spoiler: she does.)]

[He crawls on after her, smirking almost evilly.]

It can be your Halloween costume.

[She raises an eyebrow and attempts to remain nonchalant, but fails terribly, grinning widely as she pulls him down between her legs by the tie and begins to remove it with nimble fingers.]

You're the only guy in the world that would suggest a gal puts on more clothing for Halloween. [And she removes the tie, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Popping a button or two undone, she slides a hand under his shirt and onto his shoulder.]

[He catches himself by bracing his arms on the mattress around her, making an intrigued sound.]

What's the fun of making you wear fishnets on Halloween when you already do? Maybe it'd be more sexy of a costume this way. [He quirks an eyebrow at her back and purrs as she touches him, leaning in for another simple kiss.]

Maybe. And maybe if you don't like it, you better pretend. [Pleased, despite his suggestion for the most ridiculous Halloween costume ever, she begins to scoot backwards, bringing him with her -- well, barely.]

It's hard for me to lie. Lying isn't very nice.

[He smirked as he crawls over her, following her. Like he wasn't going to follow her when she scoots back.]

See, this is where you say, "oh, Zee, it doesn't matter what you wear! You're perfect just the way you are," or something like that. [And now she fumbles with the rest of his buttons.] You're wearing too much.

That's what I was trying to say when I suggested the giant David Byrne suit!

[He huffed, but deigned to help her unbutton his shirt since it was proving too difficult for her.]

Next time you come over I'll be sure to be only in a t-shirt and some fishnets you left behind, how does that sound? [He pulls his shirt off as he smirks smart-assy down at her before leaning in to kiss her again, his hands tentatively going to the buttons on her shirt.]

Oh, well... I knew that!

[Next time, he should just rip it off like a bad ass.]

It sounds like you'll be jumped the moment the door's opened. Or I appear five feet away from you and you hopefully don't scream like a little girl. [She counter-smirks, mostly because she totally just implied he shrieks like a child. Ha! But she's easily distracted, letting him work at her shirt, since she is apparently incompetent when it comes to buttons. She'll just kiss him back instead of worrying about that.]

[Maybe he'll do that their first intimate night and she can be totes impressed and swoon a little.]

I knew you would like to see me dressed like that . . . you sick degenerate. [He kissed her back with a smile, tongue darting out to timidly trace her lips, as he easily undid the buttons to the top.]

[She'll laugh and ruin the fragile moment, then. It'll be great!]

Oh shut up. You love that about me. [Yeah, yeah, sick degenerate that you're undressing. She parts her lips with a soft hum, inviting him to enter.]

[Good, then it will, it's decided.]

You don't know, maybe it's what I like least about you and you're slowly destroying this relationship . . .

[Which was a complete lie since he was running his hands under her shirt, caressing her bare shoulders as he eased the fabric off. His tongue slips in with ease, lightly brushing against hers.]

[Another thing to add to the list of Ridiculous Stuff They'll Do.]

I'd hope that you'd have a discussion with me about it, if that were the case. Not that I'd stop being a sick degenerate, though.

[She knows it, not that it would stop her if it was true. She shrugs her shirt off, letting it fall to the mattress; her hand runs from his shoulder to his neck, pulling him down as she leans back.]

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THE TIE IN THAT ICON. OH LAWD.

LOL it's from the ep with the models that made fun of said tie, that he wore two days in a row

oh man, i remember it now! alkdsjfasdf see? her statements are not unfounded!

To be fair that IS an absolutely hideous tie. His other ones aren't ususally lol.

yeah. that one just looked like he bought it in 1989.

I think he had another tie that made me want to die, too, but I can't remember...

there's gotta be at least one more!

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wtf title how did you get here

i... am uncertain of that!

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ooc.