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Caritas | Wednesday

Tino didn't faint when Nathan showed up today. Nathan was almost disappointed but he figured you couldn't pull the 'back from the dead' card that often and have it work. So, he just wandered in, gave Tino a few friendly thumps on the back and took up his position behind the counter.

He'd missed freeze booze in the time he was gone so he wasted absolutely no time in breaking into it and getting himself started on a nice, good bender. It'd been awhile since he'd had one of those too.

Being alive definitely was better than being dead.

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"I get it, I get it," Nathan said, holding up a hand to fend off any further lecture about not calling her heartless or uncaring. He didn't know if he'd necessarily listen but he got it know. "You a regular at funerals or something? How many have you been to in the last little while?"

He was the one making assumptions there.

"Just two in the last few years," Ramona said, shrugging a little. "Two's enough."

She paused, and added, "And so far, I've got a fifty-fifty 'just kidding, he's actually immortal!' rate with them, too."

Nathan shrugged at that because hey, he couldn't help it if he was fucking immortal. It was that fucking storm's fault, not his. If he'd been given the choice, he would have chosen something like Alisha's power, he was sure.

"I've never been to one unless you count my own but I wasn't really a fucking participant," Nathan pointed out. "I was the fucking corpse. Or so people thought. I am just too fucking perfect to be kept down. Sorry your other one didn't turn out with such a happy ending."

"Let's hope you keep up that pattern," she said with a faint smile. "And thanks. I mean, most people wouldn't even be lucky enough to just get one of two back, anyway. And I was only a little kid, anyway. It's not like I'd have been able to handle someone coming back from the dead then. I can barely handle it now," she added, reaching out to lightly touch where she'd hit him before.

That bruise had long faded but he still remembered how badly it had hurt when she'd punched him. He'd rather avoid that happening again, if he could.

"Who died when you were a kid?" he asked without even thinking. "Grandparent?"

Weren't the old people always dying? They could get dementia or crabs or some shit that would kill them and people would cry.

Ramona paused, because she didn't really talk about this with...anyone, ever. This was why she barely talked to her parents anymore, why they'd turned into automated versions of themselves, after all.

"My little brother," she said after a moment, shaking her head. "He was in a car accident."

Well, there was an answer that Nathan hadn't expected. He'd assumed she was an only child but he could see now why she wouldn't mention that. He softened slightly.

"Sorry, man," he said and did mean it. "How old were you?"

"Ten," she said, shrugging just a little. "It's why things went to shit with my parents, too."

She paused and added, "We can go back to licking things off each other, by the way. Talking about this sucks."

Nathan ducked his head and smiled before reaching for the bottle of vodka. He poured some vodka in his hand and then splashed that vodka on his neck. It ran down and collected in his collar but the job had been done.

"Lick away," Nathan told her, fine with getting her off the depressing topic. "Maybe different areas of the body will mean the vodka tastes different, yeah?"

And, see, the fact that he was willing to drop it kind of hit her hard (in a good way) and while she didn't do anything crazy like acknowledge it by smiling or anything, she did pause a moment before leaning forward to kiss him, just light.

"Only one way to find out," she added quietly before ducking her head to his neck.It was, after all, in dire need of her tongue.

Nathan hadn't realized that the kiss he'd gotten was because he'd dropped it. He just liked getting kissed. He liked getting licked as well which was why he was leaning a little bit closer to her (and putting a hand on her knee for support) while she licked his neck.

"If it isn't good, don't tell me because then I'll get so fucking self conscious and shy that we won't be able to have a go of it in the back room. So, lie to me if you must. I want to feel brilliant today."

Most of that was a lie but whatever, he was enjoying himself.

"I'll be careful with your delicate male ego," she assured him, flicking her tongue out against his neck before pressing her lips there to suck, tasting his skin under the vodka.

"It is delicate like fine fucking china," Nathan agreed with a sigh. "And when you push it, it bends. When you punch it, it bruises. When you yell at it, it cries so being nice to it is a very good thing."

Nathan didn't care if that sounded like a pile of utter shit.

Ramona reached out with her legs, trying to pull him closer. She had nice, long, legs so the possibility of snagging one around his waist was hardly out of the question. Her mouth had been busy on his neck, replacing the sucking with feather-light kisses up to his ear. "When am I ever not nice?" she breathed, flicking her tongue against his earlobe.

Even if he'd been out of her reach, he would have started moving closer to her because he could see that she wanted him closer. as it was, he was close enough that she easily got a leg around his waist and he moved until his stomach was hitting the bar and he couldn't get any closer.

"You're never nice," he mumbled, laughing and shaking his head just a bit. "You're never fucking nice because you nice is the equivalent of being a fucking teddy bear."

"I'm not a teddy bear, you fucking leprechaun," she said, biting his neck lightly for that comment. "Even if I am nicer to you than I am to...most people."

Which was completely fucking true, and he better have appreciated that fact.

"You keep calling me a fucking leprechaun, I'm gonna keep calling you a fucking teddy bear," Nathan warned, unable to stop a sigh from slipping out at the nice, pleasurable bite there. "You can't call me something without getting called something back. It's just the way the world works."

"It's affectionate," she assured him. "You're my favorite leprechaun. And certainly the tallest I've ever seen."

As she spoke, she slid an arm up around his shoulders, keeping things steady as she licked out over his neck and blew a soft breath across the damp skin.

"You make it sound like you've seen leprechauns all the fucking time," Nathan pointed out, letting his head loll backwards because, well, that felt fucking nice and he was not made of stone. "Teddy bear's affectionate too. You can be my favorite teddy bear."

"That's so much more cheesy," she murmured, twining her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm not a teddy bear. At least you're from Ireland. There's a leprechaun connection."

"You're gonna have to resign yourself to the fact that I will keep calling you a fucking teddy bear or something else equally as soft and wimpy if you keep calling me a leprechaun," Nathan decided, snickering.

She was not going to be able to talk him out of some sort of pet name being applied to her if she kept up the leprechaun stuff. And even if she didn't, he'd probably call her a name. "We could go for something softer, yeah? What about...a cuddle bunny? Or or or! A fluffy bunny! Those are just adorable!"

"Exactly what about me reminds you of bunnies?" she asked, biting him again just for that.

"You're going to leave bite marks all over my fucking neck if you keep that up," Nathan pointed out though it didn't sound like he minded. "Ever heard the phrase 'going at it like bunnies'? I, for one, know for a fact that you are quite good at going it at like a bunny when we're with me. You know, the whole fucking, shagging, rutting, humping, riding, thing? Yeah, that."

"If that's what you think of," she said, pressing a little closer to him, "then you definitely shouldn't be calling me that. Especially in front of other people."

And maybe she was thinking about that back room, but he'd put the idea there. Shh.

"I think I'll call you whatever the fuck I want," Nathan decided, getting an arm around her so he could just pull her flush against him. "How are you gonna stop me?"

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