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"I don't see any reason why you wouldn't." He pulled his underwear on, hopping on one foot angrily.

2016-10-05 05:54:52

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She reached over and grabbed his arm, standing up.

2016-10-05 05:56:06

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He pulled away from her, not roughly, but with a suspicious look.

2016-10-05 05:59:49

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She gripped his arm again, this time a bit firmer. Not enough for injury, but enough to hurt. "No one knows I'm here." With a gentle push, she moved the two of them towards a wall. "I know that because it wouldn't be good on /you/ if you told anyone. I don't need to bite you to kill you, and I know how to make it look like an accident. Lucinda wouldn't speak up about it, and would probably assume Marcellio did it." They were backed up into the wall. "Damien had the luxury of being honest, but it would be your word against hers, who would they really believe murdered you?" She let go. "So I would think you would be smart enough to but a little bit of trust in me."

2016-10-05 06:03:42

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He was completely ready to knock her lights out. "You just gave me plenty of reasons why I /shouldn't/ trust you. And I don't plan to."

2016-10-05 06:07:46

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"Then why sleep with me." She walked over to the couch to put her shirt back on. "And don't say for pleasure, you get paid for that, and it's much less dangerous then."

2016-10-05 06:09:08

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"I don't have to trust you to sleep with you, and sleeping with you keeps you occupied." The same applied to Lucinda. He rubbed his arm with a wince, briefly tempted to break hers back.

2016-10-05 06:11:06

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"But you don't have to sleep with me to keep me occupied."

2016-10-05 06:12:03

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"I could tie you to a chair instead, but you'd break out of that."

2016-10-05 06:14:01

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"Whatever floats your boat, Beckett." She picked her underwear off the floor.

2016-10-05 06:14:50

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"Fuck off. This is your fault to begin with for possessing someone I obviously can't trust."

2016-10-05 06:17:20

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"You don't trust anyone."

2016-10-05 06:18:08

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"And why should I."

2016-10-05 06:19:59

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"I don't know, but you don't trust Lucinda and you /live/ with her, I think trust is your least concern." She pulled her underwear on and began searching for her pants.

2016-10-05 06:21:46

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"No one trusts Lucinda, but her I can deal with." He'd found his pants, but remained shirtless as he reattached his piercing.

2016-10-05 06:23:24

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"Whatever."

2016-10-05 06:24:02

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"Like you have a right to talk. I bet no one trusts you at all, given you're a body-snatcher trying to act like her."

2016-10-05 06:28:31

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"I trusted you enough to believe you weren't going to try to kill us both while trying the fuck us."

2016-10-05 06:30:12

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"That's not trust, that's naievety."

2016-10-05 06:34:21

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"It's pretty much the same thing. I don't know what else to tell you Beckett. I grabbed you, you didn't like it, I stopped. If respecting boundaries and your body are something that piss you off then we shouldn't have had sex the first time."

2016-10-05 06:36:08

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"I don't give a shit. We did and that's that." Besides. No one did that. His default response to everything lately was getting pissed off when he didn't know what to do.

2016-10-05 06:38:49

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She finally found her pants and tugged them on. No point in saying anything more.

2016-10-05 06:40:21

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Silence. He had nothing further to say either. He just wanted her out before he gave in to that momentary urge.

2016-10-05 06:44:49

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She got her pants on, now where were her shoes?

2016-10-05 07:06:18

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By the door. Past him. The wall of half-naked bones and salt.

2016-10-05 07:14:00