Hot Chocolate. ... Don't ask. Just don't.

[mm_adiva]

Wireless access in Milliways is spotty, but Adiva brought her laptop this time anyway. Stopped time is an awesome way to work on a vid when you're really supposed to be packing.

REM's "It's the End of the World As We Know It" is playing quietly on loop, and season one of Heroes is playing in the other window, with the sound off.

Yes, Adiva is keeping

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But not, apparently, a careful eye for anyone else.

Or maybe Chainsaw's just that good.

In any case, her first indication that he's there is the light fingertips on the back of her shoulders.

"Furies breathing down -- your -- neck, huh?"

[mm_adiva]

She stiffens, shoulders coming up tensely, and shivers.

"Oh, fuck--"

[partofthefun]

"You gotta come up with some better cuss-words, baby," he purrs in her ear. His fingers tighten on her shoulder, pinky brushing over a scar. "Stop giving me ideas."

[mm_adiva]

Her breath hitches.

"Look, can I help you?"