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Nightshift 33: M21-M30 Hallway

[from dinner post]

... the doctor sounded tired. Shawn wasn't sure if he preferred that voice or the more youthful one in the second announcement but either way, he figured, this guy's still fucking nuts.

Talk about Sci-Fi gone wrong. Gus would've loved this, even if Shawn knew the other wouldn't have been able to stop shaking in his slippers long enough to go into full dweeb mode. Shawn committed both announcements to memory-- just because authenticity sounded verified, it didn't mean he could trust anything that was being said especially when it involved so-called advanced technology, a "shield", and some kind of super hacker. Hackers, honestly. If the act didn't involve Angelina Jolie in any way Shawn just wasn't interested.

He held pushed at the prematurely opened door, looking out into the dark hallway warily. Pulling back in, he cast an almost-cautious grin at Peter. "After you...?"

Like he was going to go out there first. Yeah. Right.

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"Shana...." Valyn shifted, propping himself to put his arms around her. "I've had lovers in my past. And there's nothing I can do about that. But that doesn't change how I feel about you. You don't have any reason to be jealous of... old memories."

She curled against his chest comfortably, liking being able to get so comfortably close to him. "It's not that I'm jealous about your past lovers - I know you've had more than I care to know about. But at the same time, I'd rather not have to think of you and Triana." She wrinkled her nose again, a distasteful shudder slipping down her spine.

"I know. But...Triana is a part of my past. I'm not proud of that, but she is. I didn't feel anything for her, though. And I know she felt nothing for me. I was a conquest, and she was... there."

And perhaps that sounded cold, but that had been all it was.

Shana glanced up at him, her chin propped on his shoulder as she reached up to brush his hair back from his face, studying his expression intently.

"And now?"

"And now if I see that woman again, I'm going to throttle her." Valyn was perfectly honest as he answered Shana, because he would throttle the woman. He had no patience or good will left for her, after what she had pulled on them all.

After what she had done to Shadow.

Shana bit her lip and debated on correcting him. Finally, she gathered her courage and hedged another reply. "I wasn't asking about Triana."

"Oh." Valyn was perplexed. "Then I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about, Shana."

"What is this?" Shana asked, surprisingly subdued and patient with him for the moment.

Then again, she had him shirtless in a bed and her lips were still swollen from his kisses. She could afford to be patient for the moment.

"Is this the same for you?"

"Shana...."

Valyn knew he couldn't answer her properly, because he couldn't speak the words. He couldn't just tell her that if he just wanted a woman, there were plenty he could have. He cared about her, was attracted to her, and was willing to go against all of his training and Elven law to have her.

But he couldn't say that. So instead he shifted and drew her face to his, catching her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

"What do you think?" he asked, pulling away, his voice and expression blank and serious.

The kiss caught her offguard, but she was hardly about to protest it. She curled against him, kissing him back with just as much eagerness, making a quiet moue of disappointment when he pulled away again.

"Think?" she murmured dazedly, dark lashes fluttering over bright green eyes. "Who's thinking?"

"Well, I hope you...understand."

That was all Valyn could say, and he kissed her again, because he wanted her to know. "You know I can't say the things I'd like to say. This is all I have to give you, Shana, and I'm sorry for that."

"I'm not sorry for that," Shana replied, forcing herself to be coherent - much more difficult than it normally was with her senses still reeling form that kiss. She met his gaze and gave him a shy, crooked smile. "I like what you just gave me. And even if you can't say the words... well. That certainly said something."

"Although..." her tone changed, sounding hesitant and unsure as she dropped her gaze away from his face once more.

"Although?" Valyn cocked his head. He didn't understand what he'd done wrong now. He was trying so hard to do things the proper way with her tonight!

"What's wrong, Shana?"

She gave a light laugh and leaned up to kiss him again, tangling her fingers in his hair. She could get used to this so, so easily.

"I think you should tell me again. Just so I make sure I've got all you were trying to say."

"Ancestors, Shana!" Valyn flopped back against the pillows after their kiss, putting a hand to his head. "Don't frighten me like that! I thought I'd upset you somehow."

Shana merely laughed and propped herself against his chest, grinning down at him, looking entirely unrepentant. "You never worried about upsetting me so much before," she pointed out, a dimple peeking out at him in mischievous amusement as she propped her chin atop her arms atop his chest. "And no, I'm not upset. Just thoroughly enjoying the moment."

"I don't like upsetting you," Valyn pointed out, wrapping his arms back around her. "And I'm trying very hard not to. And I was convinced I'd done something wrong. I'm making quite the effort here to ignore centuries worth of laws and conditioning to be able to... admit my own wants. You could be a touch more sympathetic."

He hoped his tone was clear enough that she knew he was teasing.

Mostly.

"Well, I did offer to be more sympathetic when you were in pain earlier," she pointed out, her lips twitching as she tried to subdue the laugh that kept trying to spill out. She shifted slightly atop him in reminder. "But you didn't want any."

"I don't want that sort of sympathy," Valyn said, shaking his head. "And I was trying to ignore that, thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome," she replied, mischief glinting in bright green eyes as she gazed down at him. "And you didn't specify that there were different sorts of sympathy you were after. Don't be so picky."

"You're terribly cruel to me, Shana." Valyn pouted, though it was purely affected. And he knew Shana would know it. "Such a beautiful girl should speak only words of honey, and yet you lash me with your tongue."

She almost stopped and stared at him, so surprised was she by his teasing manner. He'd pouted at her! Valyn! But she was too giddy over this to question it, and besides, she didn't want him to stop.

So instead, she adopted an aloof expression and tugged at one stray copper curl as she held it up in front of her face. "Mayhaps it's the red hair? I don't do honey very well. I never have."

"I have heard warnings about red haired wenches," Valyn agreed, pulling a mock long face. "Wicked witches, the lot of you. All promising all manners of delights, but offering your evil words instead. I'm afraid I am a man duped. And so thoroughly duped that I can do nothing but simply accept my horrid fate, and hope that you're kind to me now and again."

"Me??" she scoffed, shooting him an arch look. "I think you're getting us confused. That's entirely backwards. And I was more than ready to offer you any delightful kindness you could imagine," she reminded him, bending her head with a laugh, green eyes glinting with teasing amusement as she pressed a kiss to his jaw once more.

"Yes, you." Valyn ran his hands through Shana's hair, almost playfully. "And I never said you wouldn't follow through. It's your words that are so terribly cruel."

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