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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'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?"

"Saying please and thank you won't cut it?" she asked, her other arm winding around his neck and her leg tightening at his waist. No other customers better fucking come in, or she was going to tell them to go away in no uncertain terms. Possibly not the best customer service.

"Do I look like a guy that counts good fucking manners as something that would make him change his mind and start behaving?" Nathan asked, wondering if he could tall Tino and get him to lock the door or something. "Please and thank you are words that pussies say to make it look like their sensitive and shit."

"Then what would work?" she asked, leaning a little to press her lips along his jaw. "If not fucking manners."

"Isn't that for me to know and you to figure out?" Nathan asked, smiling under her lips. He couldn't help it, that felt good. "What would be the fun in just telling you outright? No fun, I say."

"But I might do it," she pointed out, tangling her fingers in his curls because she could.

"I know that," Nathan said, grinning widely at her. "But you might not and right now, there's no possibility of the negative going on in my head and I really like that. There's no possibility of disappointment and denial and rejection."

It should be noted that Nathan didn't even have anything in mind. He was just bullshitting the fuck out of things.

"I could reject you, still," she replied, even as she tugged a little on his hair and smiled a little.

"Yeah, but you don't feel like you're gonna reject me," Nathan pointed out, smug. "Are you gonna reject me, Ramona? It's not nice to get my hopes so far up and then let me fall."

"I could," she replied. "I could get you all worked up and excited about this back room of yours, and I could hop off this bar and leave. But even I'm not that cruel," she added, smiling as she leaned in to kiss him lightly.

"And if you did that," Nathan mumbled, not about to admit that that sort of action would piss him off or make him sulk, "I'd just find someone else who would occupy my back room with me. But, maybe I'm not that cruel either."

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