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[It's then that he realizes he can't remember the last time he saw her in uniform.

Huh.

Since he's not sure what to do with that thought, he lets it flit away, instead focusing on kissing a trail along Steph's jaw.]

Are you in any particular rush to get to the springs?

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We've got all day.

[To get to the springs, she means, so that's a 'no'.

She's pretty sure she knows where this is going, which is why she tilts her head to make those kisses easier.]

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[So — a few hours. Cool. He can work with that.

There's no use in hiding the way he grins while kissing her, so he doesn't. He also doesn't hide his laughter when he feels something — someone — paw at his back.

Looks like they've got company.]

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What's so funny, McGill?

[She's not really paying attention to potential cats walking all over Saul.]

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Mike.

[Upon hearing her name, Mike mews and peeks her head past Saul's shoulder to look down at Steph.

HELLO, FAVORITE HUMAN

and GOODBYE, FAVORITE HUMAN, since Saul rearranges himself to shake her away and instead cuddle back up to Steph's side. Just in case the cat wants to nestle between them.]

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Hey, sweet- Oh.

[Oh, okay. Moving around, fine. She waits until Saul's settled again, then reaches out to wiggle her fingers at Mike to get her attention, letting her come curl up on Steph's stomach.

Then she grins at Saul.]

I'm totally her favourite.

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[Saul rolls his eyes in reply, reaching over to scritch the cat's head.]

She takes after me in that regard.

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Me too.

[well then]

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Whoa there, Narcissa. You can't be your own favorite.

[There's rules against that, or something.]

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Says who?

[And anyway isn't he the one who was trying to help fix her self esteem?]

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[Well, there's also the part where he's joking.]

Uh...

[s i g h]

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That's what I thought.

[It's kind of hard to look down her nose at someone when she's lying next to them, but she makes a valiant effort.]

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[See, but that only draws attention to her nose, which reminds Saul of how much he likes it — as if he could possibly forget — so he just grins and plants a little kiss right there on the tip of said nose.]

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[And she wrinkles her nose in response.]

Was that really necessary?

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That? No. But this is —

[He catches her mouth for a proper kiss, slow but insistent, barely pulling away when their lips part.

But he has to, or else how will she see the way he's smirking?]

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[Well.

She's sure they were talking about something, but she can't for the life of her remember what.

She licks her lips and just blinks at him for a secon, before pouting at that smirk.]

Cheater.

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[Okay but when she pouts, he just has to kiss her more.

So.

Her plan is either backfiring or working.]

'm not a cheater. I just — [kiss, kiss] Know your weaknesses, that's all. Just some — [kiss, pause, kiss, kiss] Friendly, well-intentioned exploitation.

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[What plan?

Even if she had one, she's kind of distracted by all the kisses, enough that she decides to just cover his mouth with her hand, so she can actually respond.]

Pretty sure there's no such thing.

[As friendly, well-intentioned exploitation.

Just saying.]

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[Which just means he's kissing her palm now.

And he says something in response, but it comes out as a series of mmm and mmph and fffs.]

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Hey, Saul?

[She looks like she might be about to say somehting really important.]

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[but why does he doubt that]

Mmm?

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[She takes her hand off his mouth.]

Shut the hell up.

[And kisses him instead.]

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[Well, if she's going to be so insistent about it...

Do the pleased little sounds he's making in the back of his throat as they kiss count, though?]

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[As long as they're not words, they don't count.

Thank god they're not in a hurry to get anywhere.]