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Applications by akire [Reviews - 4829] 
~#~ She's not sure where this started, but that doesn't bother her much now, not really. Her life is all about piecing together puzzles after the fact. But for the moment, she's almost content enough to leave the mystery be, at least for a little while longer. Much more satisfying to stretch under his fingers tracing abstract patterns across the exposed expanse of her skin. His touch is always reverent, worshipping her without flattery or pretence. Later she could be competent and professional and dedicated. Now she was content to just be. ~#~ He remembers the number on the door - 47 - but not the name of the hotel where this all began. If he were any less relaxed, that lack of knowledge might gnaw at him a little, but he wasn't and so it didn't. Her skin is the colour of chalk, with a sweet smell and a distinctive taste, as if her work had literally soaked into her flesh. He spirals the edge of his fingernail around her belly button, seven complete loops, and tries not to think of her work anymore. Criminalists at maths conventions draw even more comment than mathematicians at FBI meets. The opportunities for such intersections were reducing themselves to zero. He rests his head against her hip, hand splayed across her ribs, and tries not to count the measure of her breathing. |
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