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Lust walks down the stairs, an abstracted look on her face. She's pretty sure how she wants to proceed, the pinch coming in executing it. She walks to the bar and runs her hand over the countertop. "Bar? Could I get a second room? Directly above mine?"

There's a pause, then a key appears. Her gaze flicks to the tab board which despite having paid her tab at the beginning of the required period has already risen dramatically. "Don't worry, I'll pay you next time I go home and come back."

She plans to do that frequently. She has a lot of incomplete Stone solution to bring into Milliways.

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"Lust."

There's an odd mix of affection and consternation in Miho's eyes.

She smiles back. "Good morning."

"How are you?"

"Doing well, and you?" She was wondering where this was leading.

"Alright."

She frowns.

"We have to do something about Eddie."

She thinks for a moment. "We can't do anything that could be considered an attack here." No emphasis verbally made, but the mental one on the last word.

"I know."

Simplicity itself.

"It's either where I can't be seen, of his home world."

"Or mine." Where Alchemy works for certain, where Lust could arrange the slaughter of as many people as she had to ... as enticement for Venom to come.

She orders a cup of coffee. "Get you anything?"

"Or yours," she agrees.

"No, thank you."

She looks up from her cup to Miho. "Do you think you're ready to try Alchemy on him? You only need work on the symbiote - it's not human so there's no danger of hurting Eddie beneath it ..."

Miho raises an eyebrow.

"£Are you sure?"

She nods. "You could perform Alchemy on me and not risk the backlash, because I'm not human."

"But Eddie is," she frowns. "I'm still not convinced it's safe.."

"The symbiote, which is all you could touch, is not. If you did a simple transformation matrix, then touched Venom, you would be able to harden it or weaken it from where you made contact."

"Then how would we get it off him?" She looks interested, perhaps in spie of herself.

"During the fight with the other person the symbiosis failed as its energy flagged. The weaker it is, the weaker the bond." It makes sense to Lust, anyway.

"Perhaps," Miho nods. "It's worth a try. And if it kills Eddie. . . Well. Thta's what I promised to do."

She nods in return. "Although I would personally prefer to keep Eddie intact, I have to help you."

"Thank you," with a hint of a smile.

"Why didn't I stop him?" And her eyes are pleading. "I promised."

She looks away. "I argued you out of it.

"I am perhaps 'fond' of him."

"You shouldn't have," flatly.

She nodded. "I know that now. I'm sorry, Miho. I was wrong."

She shrugs, unhappily.

"It's done now."

She nods again.

"I cannot help but notice you and I haven't been studying so much as before ..."

She eyes Lust sideways.

"I'm keeping up."

And she is. Three books memorised, now.

"Mm," she says noncommittally.

Miho raises an eyebrow, and slides closer.

"Missing me?"

Distraction tactics. Right.

She smiles and nods slightly. "Mmmaybe."

Her hand slides closer over the bar towards Miho.

Miho watches the hand with interest. As if she were an entomologist and it were an interesting new bug. Only, you know. With more of the sulty and less of the 'ooh! bug!'.

Her hand slowly sprang from the counter quite unlike a bug and much more like a hand slowly slipping to the hip or side of someone the owner of the hand is interested in sexually.

That earns her a sweet smile.

"Only maybe?"

"Mmmmmaybe more than maybe," she says, pulling Miho closer gently.

Miho certainly has no objections to that, and slips into her arms. Doesn't hold her back, though. Passive.

"Something wrong?" she asks softly.

"No," she smiles, slightly.

"I'm in an odd mood."

"What sort of mood?" she asks curiously.

Miho shrugs a little.

"Guilty."

"Guilt is a waste of emotion," she says with the authority of one who only occasionally indulges in it.

"Perhaps," still quietly.

"It gets in the way."

"Many things get in the way. Fear, guilt, clothing ..." Her voice dropped further with each word until the last was almost utterly inaudible.

"Yes," she agrees quietly, head tipped back further than it has to be to look up at the taller woman.

The word manages to be many things in one syllable - agreement, arousal, submission. . .

She leans in, lips hovering near the underside of the tip of her jaw, then pauses there. She smiles slowly. "Come upstairs with me."

Miho's eyes had drifted closed, but they open again, and she smiles a little.

"Yes."

Lust leads her to her room (http://ways-lust.livejournal.com/813.html).

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