AU for _deadlydance_, set immediately after "The Price"

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She wasn't nervous. She had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like it was a romantic evening. They'd just worked so hard on the case, working to catch the rabid witch who'd been slaughtering innocent males. And they had, with Jaenelle's help. Now Jaenelle and Daemon were back on their honeymoon and she...

She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.

Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.

He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.

With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.

She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.

Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.

She just wished she knew what he wanted.

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*I do.*

Rainier left it open for debate, exactly what he was talking about.

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She pressed another kiss lightly into his chest.

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He simply tugged her that much closer, and wrapped the coverlet that much tighter.

*Pillow?*

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She nodded a little. *Please...*

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There was no need for Craft, enough of them were piled on the bed already. Rainier reached for one, tucking it under Surreal's head, and smoothing her here over its surface.

*There you go.*

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She shifted just a little, snuggling into his warmth, eyes closing again. Shouldn't feel safe, but she did. Exhausted enough that she started to truly drift.

*Thank you*

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*Attending the festival, remember?*

He couldn't help but brush his lips over her forhead again.

*That is thanks enough.*

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*I remember*

She smiled at the kiss.

*Every performance*

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*Exactly*

Assured that she was content, and warm, Rainier finally closed his eyes.

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It took a little while for her to adjust to being held so intimately. To fight the tear between the urge of pull away and to burrow closer. But she was tired and he was warm.

She slowly relaxed enough that her breathing evened out and she drifted to sleep.

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He waited.

While she pushed a little. While she thought about pushing more than a little more. He waited until he felt Surreal drift off.

And right before Rainier allowed sleep to claim him, he acknowledged that there was still going to be a good deal more waiting to come.