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Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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[He shows up some time later, carrying an oddly-shaped but flashily wrapped item. No dinner, though. Sorry Saya.]

[Saya comes down to meet him, dressed in remarkably soft looking cashmere. It softens her, too.]

Hello, Rudy.

Hello, Saya.

[She's always a satisfying sight, and he smiles a bit. It has been a while. He holds out the gift.]

I brought you a little something.

Thank you.

[She takes it in both hands but doesn't open it right away.]

I have something for you, too.

You're too kind.

[He arches a brow slightly. The social niceties between them are always ironic, but he trusts Saya to give the best gifts.]

[She takes his hand and leads him not to her bedroom but the the entertainment room, and makes him sit on the couch.]

Wait.

[Although Saya doesn't like music very much, she goes to the record player - vinyl - and turns it on. The opening chords of People are Strange turn on]

I got you the entire collection.

[It's a strange choice, he thinks, but not a bad one. If he were an emotional person maybe this would be an emotional moment between them. As it is, it's curious; not limited, as usual, to their shared interests.]

Thank you.

[He leans back on the sofa, listening, eyes on her.]

[She laughs as she slips her panties off from under her skirt and lets them fall, stepping out of them even though she's still fully dressed]

You would prefer a body.

Not at all. I'm just surprised.

[She moves forward to straddle his legs]

I'm not so predictable as that.

[Running a hand up her thigh.]

I didn't know you had any interest in music.

[Or much interest in his interest, really.]

None.

[Her eyes fix on his]

But isn't Christmas about giving?

That it is.

[Besides, he likes her body just fine.]

I thought I would give something you would enjoy.

That's certainly the Christmas spirit.

[So is unwrapping things. Her cashmere is as soft as it looks.]

I'm filled with the Christmas spirit. Possessed.

[He catches her wrist with a faint smirk.]

That sounds like a problem. Maybe we should call a priest?

[She turns her wrist in his hand - it's tiny and delicate]

Would a priest fix it? Maybe I would just fix a priest.

[His grasp tightens, not because he thinks he can pin her-- or even wants to-- it's just habit.]

I was going to suggest we go out on the town.

[She smiles at him, her eyes brightening]

Lets go out, then.

[She moves off his lap, then, and stands up. She does not replace her panties, however.]

[Cruel, cruel. He might forgive you later, Saya, if you let him make you pay.]

Hungry?

[Someone he doesn't sound entirely enthused anymore.]

For speed.

Let's take one of the cars.

[Her eyes are dangerous, now. The roads are icy and she normally doesn't like driving them where the snow and salt might touch them.]

[It's not the sort of offer he's inclined to refuse, so he stands and buttons his coat back up to follow her.]

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