[Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

[everywere]

I check all the locks and alarms again, even though I did that all on my last sweep. Routine is both an enemy and an ally. As long as I don't use the routine to become lazy and remain alert, it's my ally. Not that this place is a likely target but lack of vigilance is an enemy.

I can hear the training drilled into my head, even if I don't remember where and when it came from. Like everything else I know it's just there. No memory of how or why, just there.

I hear a sound, faint, but definitely there. No human could hear it, but then I'm not human. I don't know what I am, exactly, but I'm not human.

I sweep the flashlight back and forth, although I keep it on more to blind others than help me see. I can see perfectly in the dark, just like I can hear things a human shouldn't. I take a deep breath and I can smell that whatever it is, it's a human. Or at least smells similar to a human.

"Who's there?" I call out.

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[everywere]

"Hunnnnnnn."

Not eloquent, but all I can manage at the moment. Apparently that spot on my neck is very sensitive. Never knew that. I slide a hand down her back and grip her ass.

"Don't know. But doubt it."

[irishcoffee]

Maggie purred and settled right where she is, breathing him in, feeling all soft, sated and sleepy. "Maybe we'll find out someday."