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Library, Sunday

Because Face was a mature person, he was not stubbornly sitting with his legs spread as far apart as physically possible and silently daring the etiquette books to do something about it.

Instead he just had his feet up on the collections desk.

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You had only yourself and your ill-timed jokes to blame for your newfound lack of kissing, Face.

Still if there was one thing he could do, it was thing on his feet. "Actually I have just the one," he said, nodding and shifting so he was sitting on the desk instead of leaning awkwardly over it. "It's about a warrior in training and a former actor."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she said.

She could sense bullshit incoming; she just was not yet aware if it would be the charming kind.

Like Face would ever try to feed anyone a line of bantha fodder.

"Really." Face nodded. "The warrior has a bit of temper and some strange distaste for puns, but she's very brave and determined, and the actor is very charming, and they're both incredibly good-looking."

Yes. Yes, Face would.

"And does this actor while away his days sleeping on a desk in his place of employment?" Cassandra asked. Dryly, still, though the compliment got a faint smile playing across her mouth.

"As a matter of face, he does," Face said. "Don't tell me you've read this one already."

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"It is starting to sound familiar," Cassandra said, sounding like she was amused mostly in spite of herself. "Read me a line from it, it may jog my memory."

"There's this one scene where she comes to visit him at his work," Face started. "He's not sleeping, for once, but that doesn't stop her manhandling him, probably because he used too many puns."

"I did not manhandle you," she protested immediately.

Yes, you did, Cassie.

Face bit his lip before continuing. "Fine, she made it very clear where she wanted him." By manhandling him.

"Thank you," Cassandra said, flushing for no reason at all.

Perhaps she had spent too much time reading dirty fanfic of late.

"Continue."

So long as it wasn't the dirty fanfic where he was with Tetran Cowell, luckily Mara wasn't around to tell her where she could find some.

"Turns out where she wanted him was on the desk, making out." Pause. "A lot."

"Did she, now?" Cassandra mused. "One must wonder, where is the romance in doing such a thing?"

Never mind that she'd just done it...

"It was very romantic making out," Face assured her.

"Perhaps he should have regaled her with some poetry, first," Cassandra said, though she took a step closer to the desk again.

Just remember in the future that you were the one who suggested poetry, Cassandra.

"I suppose he could try that," Face said.

But she liked poetry!

She also liked him, though, which was why she kissed him again. Well done, Face.

Yes, but she was asking Face for it, even sincere it was likely to go places she didn't expect.

On the other hand, kissing he could deliver in spades without things getting weird.

Consider Cassandra an optimist, then.

Or at least a pragmatist who knew she could easily totally not manhandle him if she needed to.

She made a little happy noise against his mouth, putting her hands on the desk for stability.

The not manhandling wasn't exactly a deterrent, just saying.

One hand braced against the desk, Face reached up with the other to cup the back of her head.

She was still unsure whether she found his feelings on the not manhandling frustrating or not.

Had Cassandra noted earlier that Garik had a very nice mouth? And now the nearby warmth of his hand made the skin on the back of her neck tingle pleasantly.

She sighed, and tried to move in closer. Unfortunately, there was a desk.

It'd likely depend on the situations she was manhandling him in. Totally dirty.

There was a solution to the desk problem. Face swung his legs and shifted over the desk so he was now sitting on the edge closest to her. Somehow he managed to do this without breaking the kiss.

He'd have a lot of points in DEX, basically.

Well, if he handled the DEX and the CHR, she'd handle the STR and the CON.

"Very smooth," she sighed. It had been intended as a mockery, but it didn't quite come out that way.

One of them had reach, the other flexibility?

Face grinned and bumped his nose against hers. "I try my best."

Cassandra let out a small, disbelieving laugh, and gave him a fond little shove.

She knew her strength well enough not to shove him off the desk, but still.

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