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Pink and frilly. Like a proper princess dress.

[she's laughing so hard.]

I'm pretty sure that would end with the spilling of much blood.

[Theirs.

And everyone else's.]

Let's wait until the resurrection tech is back online.

[so she does sort of have some self-preservation instincts]

Good call.

[But even then.

Saul doesn't want to die that kind of death.]

Do you know anyone else who brought pets up here? I should probably get some real cat food for Mike. There are a few other cats around, too. And Keith has a dog. And Medusa, but I think her dog eats... like, people...

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[She pulls back enough that he can see her wrinkle her nose.]

I really hope it doesn't, she'll probably set it on me. [That would be bad.] But yeah, pet food's a good idea. Donny has a cat and a dog.

[She goes quiet, a thoughtful look on her face before her eyes widen.]

Oh my god! Gingerbread lattes!

[THEY CAN GO TO STARBUCKS]

If she hasn't set it on me yet, I think you're fine.

[He's about to add "pet food" to his mental list when Steph has that little outburst, and for a second all he can do is stare at her because that's freaking adorable.

But then.

Then he realizes.

Yes.

STARBUCKS.]

What if we leave right now? Can we? D'you think they'd let us?

[Steph grins, and leans back because she wants to gesture with her hands without, you know, hitting him in the face.

But she's forgotten they're on a bunk bed, so before she can say anything, her head hits the bedframe.]

Fuck!

[Ow.]

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[He's not laughing. He's not.

He's —

No, okay, he's laughing. How is this the same girl that jumps off of buildings without a problem?]

Well done, Batgirl.

[But since he's not a total jerk, he'll lift a hand to gently rub the spot she just hit.]

[She drops her head to his shoulder and whimpers pathetically.

How could he laugh at her when she's clearly in so much pain?]

I hate everything.

[EVERYTHING EVER!!!!]

Everything?

[She might not be able to see it, but his pout is totally audible.]

Everything! [she means it!!!] Especially asshole lawyers who laugh at my pain.

[weh]

Wow.

[W o w.

And yet in spite of that super rude remark, he's still rubbing her head.]

[She doesn't say anything for a moment, just keeps making sad little sounds and snuggling against his shoulder like that will somehow help.

Eventually:]

Kiss it better?

[She's a mature adult.]

[Her wish is his command.

Even if it is a little ridiculous.

It takes some maneuvering, but he's eventually able to kiss the sore spot. Twice, for good measure.]

How's that?

[At least she's bendy.]

All better. That was worse than getting shot in the head.

[No it wasn't!! Steph pls.]

[WELP.

She has such a knack for horrifying him.]

Is that really necessary, Steph?

What? [It's genuine confusion, though she realizes what he's talking about only a moment later.] Oh, that. It was fine, you worry too much.

[because there's obviously nothing wrong with someone who casually talks about getting shot in the head]

[Obviously. Everything is totally fine here. Yup.

He frowns, moving to kiss her temple.]

I really don't wanna hear about that stuff.

[That makes her go silent for a little while.]

That's my whole life, Saul.

[If he doesn't want to hear about that stuff, there's not a lot left.]

[He feels like he should correct her. Was. It was her whole life, and now it's not, but he knows that so much of her is made up of all that... he can't ask her to ignore it. And he can't, either, even if it hurts, because this is who he loves: Steph, scars and all.

He mumbles a quiet "I know" against her skin, then moves again, this time to lightly kiss her lips.]

[The kiss is a relief, because it means they don't have to actually have a conversation about... whatever this is.

It's not that she couldn't be a little more careful about what she says, about mentioning things like that around him, but the problem is that she desn't want to have to censor herself. That's part of why she liked having Saul as a friend, before everthing else, she didn't feel like she needed to watch herself around him.

She doesn't want that to change, but she doesn't want to argue about it, either, so she follows up his kiss with another, parting her lips and curling her fingers around the back of his neck to keep him close.]

[He wouldn't ask her to change anything about the way she acts; he can deal with it. It's just difficult, especially during moments like this one, to think that this might have never happened — that he might have never even met her — because she almost died so many times.

But she's here, and she's warm and solid, and she's kissing him, so maybe listening to her talk like that won't be so bad as long as it's followed up with reassurances like this.

He hums against her mouth, the sound low and pleased, and brushes her hair back.]

[She's not sure if she's trying to distract him or reassure him, maybe a little of both. And maybe she needs a little bit of reassurance, too, that he's not annoyed at her for being so casual about the violence in her past.

The reason doesn't really matter, after a little while, because she gets caught up in just kissing him, in the fact they can do this, finally, and there's no guilt tearing her up.

Without breaking the kiss, she reaches back to ease her shoes off, then wriggles a little until her legs are around his waist and she can get a bit closer. She's sure he won't mind her getting comfortable in his lap.]

[It's not that he's annoyed; he's just... worried. But that seems to be a constant in his life.

Anyway, her tactic works: he's plenty distracted and just reassured enough that all those thoughts flit away, and no, he doesn't mind that at all. How could he? In fact, he thinks it's such a good idea that he toes his shoes off as well, then pulls away from her just long enough to lose his jacket and tie.

Getting comfortable, right?]

[She actually is getting comfortable, because as much as she knows where she wants this to end up, after yesterday being a bit of a frantic, desperate rush, she just wants to take her time, now.

They've spent months wanting each other and not being able to do anything about it, so now she's kissing him like they've got all the time in the world, slow and careful, as she idly skims her fingers across his shoulders and along his arm.]

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