MCA #-3- late Wednesday night

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Amazingly, today hadn't gone badly as Jaina had feared. And she hadn't sung once, which, under the circumstances, was probably a really good thing. That didn't however mean that she was wanting to be spending a lot of time letting herself think too hard for too long. Besides, doing nothing when she came all this way was boring.

So if she ended up finding Eric, that really shouldn't be a surprise by now. And if one thing led to another, that should probably be even less of a surprise. And if it resulted in any sort of destruction of property... okay, well, that was new.


[This post always looked like this. For that guy who lives there! So to speak.]

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Eric was staring a little bemusedly at the remains of the bed. "The Swedes normally make much sturdier things."

Had he put on clothing before offering up this knowledge? Of course not.

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Jaina minded terribly.

Putting at least her underthings back on had actually been a way to distract herself from not laughing, but um. That didn't take too long and now she was trying really hard not to laugh again. "Are you going to need a custom made bed now, too?"

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"And a refund," Eric decided, making a face as he poked at a bit of wood with his toe.

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"It is really impressive," she stated, watching him.

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Eric laughed. "So were you, right up until the end."

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And there went her not laughing thing. "And that would have continued if your bed hadn't failed at doing the only thing a bed is supposed to do."

Even beds have their limits, Jaina.

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Eric grinned at her. "I think I will write a strongly worded letter to Ikea."

Pause.

"Or make Joan do it."

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"That wouldn't be awkward at all," she said. "'Dear IKEA, my boss and his friend broke his bed and broke it good. In the future, please make your products built for Viking sex.'"

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"Seems like a very reasonable letter to me," Eric declared.

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"Probably safer than you going to explain the situation yourself..." she considered.

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"At least for them," Eric agreed, nodding.

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"Please tell me something this great," she said, gesturing to what was left of the bed, "wouldn't warrant bloodshed."

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"As long as I get my refund, I'm fine," Eric said. "And a new bed."

Beat.

"Even if they would taste like meatballs and lingonberries."

Thank you, Eric.

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Jaina paused.

"Let's maybe put that on a list of things I don't need to hear when you're naked." Or ever, but she knew that was probably too much to ask.

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"It wasn't a euphemism," Eric said helpfully, wandering out into the living room in search of something that wouldn't break when he sat on it.

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"Did I say it was?" she asked, following. "Maybe I don't want the association with meatballs and lingonberries."

Phrased that way, it kind of did sound like a euphemism, actually.

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"Did you have meatball-related trauma?"

Eric, sitting like that without anything on is kind of...special.

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Jaina would agree with the narrative, but didn't say anything. Mainly because she didn't think he'd care if she did.

"Maybe I just don't like meatballs," she said, finding a seat. And wearing at least some clothes. It was basically like being in a Denning book.

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With fewer torture sequences! "Who doesn't like meatballs?" Eric wondered. "I mean, I don't eat any more, but still."

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"Somehow we went to breaking the bed to talking about meatballs," Jaina said with a little lopsided smile. "What happened here?"

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"We can go back to the first thing," Eric said with a grin in reply, "but I think if we break the sofa too, Ikea is going to wonder about us."

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"Have you learned nothing about making things sound like a challenge?" she teased. "Also, if we break the sofa, too, you need to stop shopping at Ikea."

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"I agree," Eric said, then moved immediately to the sofa and waggled his eyebrows.

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Jaina smiled and moved closer, pulling herself up onto her knees to slide her arms around his neck. "So do I apologize for helping you ruin your furniture...?"

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"Only if you're sorry about it," Eric said. "I'm not."

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"I am really glad to hear that," she decided, leaning in to kiss him.

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Eric slid her into his lap. "Now where were we?"

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"Technically I think we need to back up a few steps from where we were..." she said teasingly.

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"Well, yes, but then there's the possibility of splinters," Eric replied.

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Ow. "And when parts of that thing could probably qualify as stakes now..."

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"That would be one of the stupidest ways to ever meet the final death," Eric declared.

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"And very difficult to explain later," Jaina added. "It'd be a total mood-killer."

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"Unless you're Bill's maker, wtf. Completely," he agreed, kissing her neck.

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"And I like this much better," she said, tilting her head to give him better access.

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"That's because I'm very good at this," he announced with typical modesty.

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"And I really should tell you that more," she smiled. "I wouldn't want to damage your self-esteem."

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"I'm a delicate flower," agreed the thirty foot tall Viking.

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She laughed softly, thinking right along those lines. "A very tall delicate flower. With fangs."

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His fingers worked on removing the clothing she'd put back on. "Don't tell anyone."

Not that they'd believe her...

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Stupid lack of foresight. She'd just be moving however she needed to to make clothing removal easier. "I would never damage your reputation like that."

Especially since if she said it, they'd probably ask if she'd been gremlin-bitten.

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"And that's why I like having you around," Eric said. "Well, and for other things too."

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"You mean bed breaking and telling you that you're really, really good at this?" she smiled.

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"That's it," Eric confirmed, giving her another kiss.

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"Good, because I like doing all those things," Jaina said between kisses.

And to be honest, if they didn't at least do some minor structural damage to the sofa she might be a little disappointed.

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"And you're very, very good at them," he said, shifting a bit to bring her closer.

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She was not exactly opposed to the closer thing, no. "Remind me of that when we see what we do to this piece of furniture."