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Esfir's room looks more like a home, now. The bookcases have been stacked and arranged against a wall, and while they aren't yet full, there are more than enough books to indicate how much she loves them. Her pin-up board of photographs is still up on the wall, and there are still models on the table (new ones - the orignals got blow up alongside the Liberty), and it is still neat, but...

There is more of a sense of someone living here now, instead of just staying for a while.

Of course, the first indication of this is her, "Boots off," once they walk through the doorway. Her own shoes are slipped off and put neatly by the doorway.

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She is in the middle of hanging her skirt up in her closet when he comes back out. Still dressed in her underwear, she turns and beams at him.

"I'd enjoy that."

"Think I just might, too."

A wink, and he shucks his pants and gets in bed.

"And I think I'd like you over here instead of over there."

Not looking away, she twists her hands behind her back to undo the clasp on her bra. Letting it fall to her feet, she raises her eyebrows slightly at him.

"I thought you wanted me to read."

He's not staring.

Except that he is.

"Never said what I'd be doin'."

Her knickers join her bra and she rolls her eyes before crouching to pick them up. Neatly, they are put on her chair.

"I'm not reading quantum physics during sex."

"Lieutenant, I didn't breathe a word 'bout sex -- how do you know I wasn't gonna read to you?"

Because quantum physics would be Esfir's favorite bedtime story.

"Read to me?" She walks over to her bed and puts her hand against his chest to push him back before moving to stradle him.

"I don't think that was quite-" A slight adjustment and she smiles down at him "-what you have in mind, Ben Wade."

"Ah -- "

His breath hitches and he smirks, hands settling on her hips.

"We can save the bedtime story for later."

(Much later.)

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