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"While you're on hold, I'm probably out stealing what you cherish most. Leave a message after the beep."

[Ever the generous one, Fujiko made a drink for him too, laughing softly at the insinuation.]

You're too smart to put your heart in my hands, Lupin.

[Said confidently and fondly, her back turned to him as she shot him an amused glance.]

Of all the things you believe about me, you choose that one.

[His tone isn't it's jovial sound, merely speculative. He crosses one ankle over the other while he lounges in her chair. Lupin does offer her a wink, though.]

What else should I believe?

[That wink was only going to be met with a small shake of her head as she headed back, sitting down on an unoccupied portion of the chair and offering Lupin his drink.]

In the wholesomeness of this. In the L-word.

[he tips his chin up as he accepts the drink, their fingers brushing.]

[Fujiko would let that touch linger, before withdrawing from him, raising one eyebrow at him in amusement.]

You're asking quite a lot for someone who came to me empty handed.

[he, too, makes little contact-- ah, except the toe of his shoe, which he taps against her own foot. But other than that--

he reels back, hands on his heart]

Holy shit, you're going for the kill. My feelings and my hands aren't enough?

[Those theatrics were only going to get a small smile out of her as she turned her face in the other direction, a poor try at being huffy but a try nonetheless.]

My, you mean the feelings you can't name yourself and your wandering hands? It's not much compared to an alexandrite peacock or a large statue made of drugs.

I know you're a brave one, a ballsy lady, but I don't want to scare you away with my words.

[which is strange to admit, since it's all they ever do. Run and banter, banter and run. He hooks his chin over her shoulder.]

Remember it's thanks to these hands you got those in the nick of time.

Or are you more afraid your words will make you lose me?

[She turned back to face him, not at all concerned at their closeness, even though her lashes almost seemed like they could touch his if she leaned in even a little bit.]

If I recall, I didn't get either of them.

[One because of Lupin's hands and the other because some people were too crafty for their own good.]

Lose you? In all the lands on the Earth, I haven't lost you yet. Not even to the ones undiscovered.

[he leans in a bit more, till his skin brushes hers.

He isn't afraid. His hand glides up her thigh lightly, lightly]

No?

That's a very annoying habit of yours, Lupin. You could smother a woman.

[One that she was grateful for, more often than not, but there was no point in letting him know that. His ego was already large enough.

She didn't bother to smack his hand away just yet, but she did let out a small huff of annoyance, leaning back against him.]

Barely.

[Which meant he'd get the same from her.]

[He appreciates not being slapped just yet. Though his mouth is jutted in a pout, he nuzzles his cheek against her.]

Oh please, you don't fool me. You like that particular smothering.

[This little shit.]

Where it counts I did.

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