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[hatesthefood]

As much fun as it is to read everything being posted, I think I'll be glad when the population decides to keep their fiction to themselves.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Any kind. I was curious to see if the fiction could live up to the reality.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Am I really getting that lackluster?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Love, that was a compliment, I was saying that we're better than anyone's imagination. Unless you think differently?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Not a chance.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so. Are you still at work?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Afraid so. Cameron's taking a bit of a vacation off so I'm in charge. It's going to be a late night.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course, I remember, I'm so sorry. Can I bring you anything?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you can come visit. There's no one around.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Ken, are you proposing something naughty?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Maybe?

private voice

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Really? Well, give me a few minutes and I'll head on out. Shall I bring you anything else?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Not unless you want to.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Perhaps some snacks.

private voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Snacks are good.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll see what we have here that I can throw in a basket.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I'll see you in a little while, then. I'm in my office so come on up.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Very well, I'll see you soon.

[She clicks off and after about half an hour, there's a knock at his office door. She's wearing a long coat and carrying a picnic basket.]

Ken?

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I am most certainly not Dean.

[Opening the door Mara strolls in, setting the basket on the table before moving to close the door.]

At least I don't think so, with some curses you never can tell.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You sure look a lot better than Dean does.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I should hope so.

[The long coat comes off to reveal a short black skirt and top that stops just shy of being outright lingerie.]

I would hate to think your preferences had changed.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You look amazing, love. So very tempting.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Tempting?

[Without looking at him, she starts to unpack the basket. There's a normal-type lunch that can be easily stored for the next day, a container filled with cut fruits and a jar of what suspiciously looks like chocolate syrup. Which it is.]

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Tempting me to go the hell home so I can get all warm under the covers with you.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[A hand pauses on the chocolate and she looks over at him.]

It wouldn't be the worst thing. I know Cameron's out, but it's been quiet.

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[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I know, but there are a few things I wanted to get finished before I left.

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should leave so you can focus?

[She's teasing, taking a few steps back towards the door.]