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Bet you anything I can stay quiet while I blow you.

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Anything?

[Bruno pulls back a little again.]

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, anything.

[A moment, and a brief flash of awareness hits as he adds:]

Oh, don't make it something stupid. Chores or whatever. I mean-- [And he leers a little, in demonstration.] --anything, you know. Sexy-like.

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[Bruno laughs at the clarification.]

Mm, but what if I find you doing chores to be "sexy-like."

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, but you don't. Nobody ever got laid after they cleaned out the fridge.

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How would you know? You haven't cleaned any fridges out lately, have you?

[silvercrusader]

I don't want to have sex after cleaning. The only time I want to have sex where I'm all worked up and sweaty beforehand is when I've been fighting, so unless this is all leaning up to you telling me to go beat somebody up . . .

[He leans in, kissing him quickly.]

Pick your anything.

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[Polnareff ends up cutting off a laugh with that kiss, but it lives on as a smile. The kiss is over with too quickly for Bruno's taste, so before he speaks, he steals two more from Polnareff.]

I don't remember agreeing to take the bet.

[silvercrusader]

Bruno.

[It isn't a protest this time. Just a whine, ragged and long-suffering, and he slumps over, pressing his forehead against the tiled wall. For emphasis.]

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[Bruno laughs quietly, wrapping his arms a little more securely around Polnareff's middle.]

I love you, too.