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The cool metal of the razor glimmers in the white lights of Zanka's room.
She was supposed to give it to Rudo, it being a piece of trash she found as she was walking back from a job. Supposed to being the keywords.
The metal isn't rusted, seeming like it was thrown away too soon and came down recently. If she just cleaned it off, it would be fine to use.
Looking down at her arms and legs, a frown covers her face.
The hair on them makes her feel masculine, and that makes her feel.. Horrible? She doesn't know how to describe the feeling, like there is something inherently wrong with it, the same feeling she gets about her chest, or how clothes fit her, something that gives her a deep sinking feeling in her heart, making her skin feel like it doesn't fit properly.
Her oversized shirt flows with her as she stands up, goes to the bathroom, and picks up a towel. She spends a moment using soap and washing off the blade, then fills a cup with warm water and walks back to her bed.
Setting the cup onto the nightstand, she turns her CD player on, gentle notes flowing through the room, voices cascading elegantly and calming her. She then puts the towel on the bed and sits on top of it. She lets out a shaky breath as she studies the razor further. A small knob at the bottom can open the top, releasing the blade, and when closed, keeps it securely in place.
She closes it and dips her hand in the water, putting some of the warm liquid on her leg and letting the razor run carefully u-
“Zanki!”
She flinches and looks up to the window at the startling noise, her control on the blade falters as her arm tries to go up to where Assistaft should be, a line of red making he bite her lip to keep from shouting.
“Damn.! Jabs, ho- why?”
Jabber pushes himself through the window and falls onto the floor, looking up at Zanka and sorting himself to be sitting criss-cross on the soft carpeted ground.
“Caaaause~ I could smell a certain boy-toy who I haven't played with in an awful long time. Seemed a little lonely, all up here in the dark.”
That makes her tense. She watches as Jabbers eyes travel along the long, seeping wound, the small piece of animalistic want coming to the surface.
“Aw! Looks like ya got started without me!”
Bits of jealousy are hidden in the playful yet whiny tone.
“I wasint- i wasnt getting started on anything! I was just trying to.. shave.”
Jabbers stands, and Zanka looks back up at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed, blue eyes looking nervous and.. contemplating?
A warm finger slides under the wound, collecting some of the blood that had yet to stain her sheets. Jabber has an odd calm to him as he rests his finger next to the wound. He looks up with a raised brow, and Zanka nods, unsure of what he is planning.
“Augh!”
A hand goes to her mouth, biting the inside of her lip to keep from being too loud. Deft fingers explore the wound, causing her to whimper, and a look of smug glee covers Jabbers face.
Fingers spread the wound apart as Jabber looks. He grins, satisfied with the steady flow of blood, and he puts the red-soaked fingers into his mouth.
“Mm~! Damn Zanki, I forgot just how good you tasted!”
She moves her leg back over the towel, not wanting to have to explain the pool of blood on her bed, especially after the rant she got from Enjin. It was a different source of blood then, but it isn't like she can exactly say how she ended up in this predicament.
“Fuckin’ freak.”
He grins and sits next to her on the bed, crossing his legs dramatically and turning to face her.
“Only for you, baby~!”
His head shakes as he giggles at himself. Zanka looks down at her wound and moves to stand, a hand on her chest pushing her back down.
“Didja really think our game was gonna end that fast?”
“Jabs, not feeling like I wanna be hurt tonight, also, I am tired as hell, and honestly, I kind of just want to lay down.”
Jabber hums and thinks for a moment, nodding his head carefully.
“Nd if I knew a way for both of us to get what we want?”
Zanka raises an eyebrow, looking at how the wound on her leg is starting to scab for a moment before looking back up at Jabber.
“Whad’ja have in mind?”
He raises his arms in a ‘I'm just saying’ motion and grins.
“I‘ve had an awfully barren neck, last time you wanted to go for the big guns, and, I gotta say, someone here has a habit of biting things, including the inside of his mouth.”
Zanka sits up and looks at him.
“You're.. Askin me to bite ya?”
Jabber tilts his head with a blank expression.
“T’s nowhere near the weirdest thing we’ve done.” He rolls his head back and looks up at Zanka with a pleading expression, “Just a little bloodshed- you'd get a nap afta?”
Blue eyes travel over Jabber for a moment, attempting to see if the offer is genuine or not.
“Lay down.”
Jabbers eyebrows raise, and he smiles, surprise and happiness evident on his expression. He crawls over and lies down, head resting on the pillow on the top of the bed, and looks over at Zanka.
Zanka lies on top of Jabber and hears how his breath is slowly drawn from his chest. A man who is normally so excitable and violent is calmed by a supportive weight on him.
“Ya smell like shit.”
She sees how jabbers eyes open, and he laughs from under her.
“No kiddin’? Well’s not like we exactly got the cleanest area back at base.”
“Coulddja atleaste use, I dunno, soap? Heard ‘a that in the last millennium?”
Her arms wrap around his ribs, and he plants his feet onto the bed, spreading his legs to allow Zanka to rest between them.
“Since when 'dja get so prissy? Not my fault, not all of us get to have a nice shower like y’all’s do.”
“Then ya should come over more, so that- uh, you can be hygienic and stuff, yah.”
Jabber looks down at her, a smirk coating his face.
“Sure st not because you loove~ me?”
She burris her face in the crook of his neck, grumbling something about hating him while pretending her face isn't pink. After a moment, she hums against the warm skin, questioning as her lips brush up against a pulse point.
“Shutting me up with a kiss, I see how it is.”
Zanka looks up with an annoyed expression, and Jabber nods.
She spreads gentle kisses over the skin of her lover's neck, small kitten licks and gentle nips, making the skin slightly pink.
“Come on, boy give,-”
“Girl.”
He raises an eyebrow and looks down at her.
“Girl, not boy.”
The slightly surprised look on Jabbers face turns into a smirk.
“Come on, girl, show me your teeth, make me bleed! I know you want it just as much as I do.”
Pearly white canines dig into tan flesh as Zanka's face flushes, jabbers hand finding the back of Zanka's head, threading through black and white hairs, and tightening his grip roughly.
“Augh~! Mmft”
“If you wake the cleaners up, you are never going to come back here.”
Zanka says, muffled against the skin, but voice still loud and banging inside the man's head.
“Mm Zanki, you're so cruel~.”
Zanka hums and licks the slightly bleeding wound, irony deep red blood coating her tongue.
Leaning up, she uses a hand to support herself and a hand to hold jabbers face. jabber moves the support so that all of her weight rests on him. She connects their lips, color smearing on the man as she hears him groan at his own taste on her mouth.
“Mhm?”
Jabber looks up at her with a dazed look in his eyes and a lazy smile on his face.
“I love you, Zanki.”
“You're so fucking stupid.”
She lowers herself and puts her head on his chest. Hands wrap around her as she mindlessly fidgets with the fabric.
“Y’know, sometime we should really get a hotel room.”
That makes her raise her head and look at him.
“What? Why would we need that?”
He smirks and looks down at her.
“So we don't have to worry about your family freaking out, I wanna be able to hear all your pretty screams when I get my turn. Oor~ so that I get to, you know, actually make noise, you know how much I hate having to be quiet.”
Her jaw drops, and she raises her eyebrows.
“They would probably think I was murdering you.”
“Only if I get lucky.” He winks at her.
She scoffs and puts a hand on top of his face, lying back down on him.
“Shut up. Go to sleep, you idiot.”
Jabber giggles and lies back.
The night passes just so, the couple resting peacefully in each other's arms, even though one of them refuses to say it, love prevalent in the air.
In the morning, Zanka would wake up to a cold bed, the raider having gone back to his house sometime in the early morning.
She hopes, against all logic, that he will come back soon.