So, we're going to Colorado tomorrow.

Won't be back until Sunday afternoon. And thus, I leave you with a snippet, since I won't be here on Friday. Does this need setup? Naaaaah...

"Why don't you tell me what happened, sweetie?" Janni stroked his back with the backs of her fingers.

"I had sex with a vampire. Initiated sex with a vampire. More than once." His voice was hoarse, and his arms hadn't moved from over his head. "That's not on the free list. Nor should it be. I'm married to the most wonderful understanding woman on the planet, and I blew it. Cracked under pressure. Apparently the only thing I can't take is the classic interrogation technique of 'let's be friends.' Because that's the one that broke me."

Her heart shattered for him. He'd undergone seven months of torture from Afghani insurgents, and hadn't come out of that feeling half as bad as he felt right now. "Oh, Ben."

He flinched away from her touch. "And, see, this is how I know you can't possibly be Janni. Because she'd have thrown me through a wall before now."

"Yes, clearly you need more trauma." She put her hand firmly on his shoulder. "You were raped in vampire prison, sweetie. I can't blame you for something that wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't rape. And I can't pretend it was to make myself feel better."

"With a power differential like that? It wasn't anything but rape, no matter how much you want to pretty it up."

"Ange wouldn't have hurt me. I told her no for...a long time. She could have forced me, put a Thrall on me and made me do it. Never did."

Janni wrapped her arms around him. "Well, no. She needed to win the game and that would have been cheating."

He huffed out a sound that was in no way a laugh. "She won, all right."

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So, we're going to Colorado tomorrow.

Won't be back until Sunday afternoon. And thus, I leave you with a snippet, since I won't be here on Friday. Does this need setup? Naaaaah...

"Why don't you tell me what happened, sweetie?" Janni stroked his back with the backs of her fingers.

"I had sex with a vampire. Initiated sex with a vampire. More than once." His voice was hoarse, and his arms hadn't moved from over his head. "That's not on the free list. Nor should it be. I'm married to the most wonderful understanding woman on the planet, and I blew it. Cracked under pressure. Apparently the only thing I can't take is the classic interrogation technique of 'let's be friends.' Because that's the one that broke me."

Her heart shattered for him. He'd undergone seven months of torture from Afghani insurgents, and hadn't come out of that feeling half as bad as he felt right now. "Oh, Ben."

He flinched away from her touch. "And, see, this is how I know you can't possibly be Janni. Because she'd have thrown me through a wall before now."

"Yes, clearly you need more trauma." She put her hand firmly on his shoulder. "You were raped in vampire prison, sweetie. I can't blame you for something that wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't rape. And I can't pretend it was to make myself feel better."

"With a power differential like that? It wasn't anything but rape, no matter how much you want to pretty it up."

"Ange wouldn't have hurt me. I told her no for...a long time. She could have forced me, put a Thrall on me and made me do it. Never did."

Janni wrapped her arms around him. "Well, no. She needed to win the game and that would have been cheating."

He huffed out a sound that was in no way a laugh. "She won, all right."

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