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See? Your conversational skills can't be that bad if you've discussed their lives with them. I don't think I ever talked to any of my delivery boys beyond, "How much?" and maybe a comment on the weather.

And a quick study to boot. You really are my Big Damn Geek.

Well, here's the thing: most people can't bear silence. They have to fill it somehow, with talk or music or whatever. So if you say, "How are you?" most people will tell you, and they don't always ask in return.

There are advantages to being the quiet one. You learn a lot.

I want to make an icon of that. BIG DAMN GEEK.

(And yes, all yours, too.)

Huh. Whenever I ask people how they are, they just say, "Fine." Maybe you're less intimidating than I am?

I see. I might have to try this "quiet" thing sometime.

You should. I'd certainly appreciate it. I was watching Firefly the other night, and I saw that episode and thought of you.

(God, I wish that were true.)

Hm . . . maybe I am. I have this quiet, unassuming aura, after all . . .

I will, once I'm at a computer with a better graphics program than this old clunker. And I love Firefly--you've just scored another point with me, you know.

(It's more true than it is false, you know.)

You're making an icon for me? I'm all a flutter.

Between the Big Damn Geek and the "This must be what going mad feels like" icon, I figured you might be. And I'm all about scoring with you.

(Is it?)

It doesn't mean we're engaged or anything :P.

*laughs* You're on the right track. Firefly, Lord of the Rings . . . you're seducing me through media.

(Yes.)

No? Guess I won't start picking out rings then.

Don't forget Hitchhiker's Guide, Discworld, Monty Python and Blackadder.

(You just made my whole week.)

*laughs* Didn't we already have the talk about rushing? A couple times now?

See? Every geek point. Now, if you get this joke: "There are only 10 types of people in the world: those who know binary and those who don't" you'll have my heart forever.

(I'm certainly not anybody else's big damn geek.)

I get the feeling we're going to have that talk a lot.

Lucky me, then. I know just enough about binary to get it.

(Now you're making me feel sheepish.)

Yes, I suspect so as well.

Oh, Lorne. *swoons*

(Why sheepish?)

Swooning now, is it? You know just how to stroke my ego.

(Maybe sheepish isn't exactly the right word. Embarrassed? Like I'm being silly.)

It's the only thing I can stroke at this point, nudge nudge wink wink.

(You can be as silly as you want to be. I don't mind. I Really Like You No Matter What.)

Yes, very subtle, Eric. Know what I mean? But hey, I'll take whatever stroking I can get from you.

(Now I'm blushing. I like you no matter what too.)

My innuendo needs work.

Ego-stroking, pride-soothing, self-esteem-boosting . . . I'm good for it all.

(*laughs* I think this is the first time I've made you blush. Victory!)

Your innuendo is fine, but it stands on its own without any nudging or winking.

You certainly are.

(It can't be. I mean, I know it isn't, but it can't be the first time I've said so, can it? Granted, you do tend to send my blood flowing in the opposite direction.)

I had to make sure you didn't miss it.

Mm . . . I want to say something very sentimental and absurd right now, like "you're my snuggle bear", but I suspect you'd never forgive me.

(I'm fairly certain this is the first time you've mentioned it. I'm usually the one blushing.

*smiles* Do I make you horny, baby?)

Trust me, I see them even when they aren't actually there.

I...I've lost the ability to coherently form a response in the face of that monstrosity.

(I do, on occasion, blush as well.

And yeah, baby, you do. But I think you already knew that.)

I'll keep that in mind.

*notes* No "snuggle bear.*

(You ought to mention it more often. It's so nice to hear.

Yeah, I did, but it never hurts to get it affirmed.)

Yes, you can always count on my mind to jump to the dirtiest possible interpretation.

(I'll make an effort to do that.

You. Make. Me. Horny. Shall I say it again?)

(Depends on what you're going to do about it, cowboy.)

(Oh, it's cowboy now, is it?

All right, what would you like me to do about it?)

(Better than snuggle bear, isn't it?

What do you feel like doing?)

(Yeah, I'll take it.

Anything. Everything. I just want you.)

(Good.

Going to break out of the parenthesis now.)

Mm. All right. I'm going to start by kissing you. And I'm going to kiss you for a long, long time. I'm going to hold your head in my hands and kiss you hard and deep.

God, I love kissing you. I slide my arms around your waist and pull you closer, moaning into your mouth.