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[lady_moon]

Moon rolls over on Jason's bed in the Circus, smiling as she watches him pulling on a pair of jeans. She's wearing one of his shirts, her feet kicking idly behind her, and she nuzzles the blankets. They smell most of Jason, a little of her, and she likes that.

"I want to come too," she says, her words muffled by the blanket. "I want to see what it's like."

It's an innocent curiosity, because Damian had said it was nothing like when she'd given her blood to Santino. She wants to see that, to watch, to understand what it is that Jason, Liz, and Nathaniel like so much and Richard and Anita rail against.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He smiles softly up at her, reaching up to comb her hair back from her face.

"No," he says, shaking his head gently. "not just because of the smooshing. Though you are...really fucking good at it."

He can't quite explain it; maybe because that part of his brain is still trying to hold back any rationale on why he feels so good when he's with her.

[lady_moon]

She just smiles at him, accepting and sweet as her legs release him, rest against Jean-Claude's bed.

"I like when you look at me like that."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

His smile actually manages to warm at that, though his eyes roll back and closed as he slips from between her legs and rolls to his side, pulling her into the crook of his arm.

He sighs contentedly, pressing his nose again to the top of her head and breathing in the scent of her. "We never did make it to the rug."

[lady_moon]

Moon giggles against him, her hand splayed on his stomach.

"We will."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason chuckles, holding her tight.

"Jean Claude's going to kill us."