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She had remembered the feeling from last time, uncomfortable and itchy and get-to-your-room and...

And, well, she hadn't quite made it to her room before she was sprawled out over the hallway floor, human and naked and swearing in gutter-Spanish. Getting to her feet, she quickly checked where she was. Not her floor, but close to his, and so that is how Ajedrez came to be standing in front of Nicholas Wolfwood's door, knocking on it loudly.

"Nick, Nick, mi amor, please let me in. Nick, are you there? Nick, I can't unpick the lock..."

There may or may not be impatient bouncing, because even standing in the hallway in such a state that anyone passing would be able to see both tattooes and every scar on her body, she is still Ajedrez.

Thus has all the patience of a five-year-old.

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October 2007

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