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I shrugged. "I could be," I said. "Or I could just be really focused. Now that I've given you the first mark - " I winced " - I have some level of a connection with you. Relatively strong, but with each mark, it gets stronger. The fourth mark means you're my human servant, which binds you to me so strongly, that if one of us were to die, so would the other." The words wouldn't stop, and yet I so desperately wanted them to. I didn't want to tell him this, not now. I didn't want to ruin this.

"I did it one night, while we were erm... busy," I explained. And then the other question I hadn't want to answer came between his lips. Although, he wasn't mad thus far, so maybe he still wouldn't be....
"Yeah, you will," I said. "You'll always have it. Unless one of us... dies," I finished lamely. I was probably confusing him, but whatever.

Goddamnit. I knew I hadn't thought about this thoroughly enough! I didn't want to voice that, though, so instead, I tried to play it off all smooth-like, and probably failed.
"Then we just won't let that happen, will we?" I said softly, trailing my hands lazily over his body.

I grinned and wrapped my arms tighter around Teddy. "Good," I said against his hair.

((WOWWWWW. Really bad writer's block.))

Anita was walking down the street from her apartment to her near by office. It wasn't a big place, since she was working by herself at the moment. Just as she was about to get to the office doors, her cell phone rang. Taking it out of the holder on her hip, she flipped it open. "Animated, Inc., Anita Blake speaking." she said in her most professional tone of voice.

"Nita!" a girl said on the other end.

"Claire, I told you, call me when I'm home..."she said, trying hard not to sound exasperated.

"Oh, Nita! You need to get out and have some fun. Come with me to Guilty Pleasures tonight!" Claire responded.

"Claire, you know good and well that I have no interest in what the vampires do."

"Oh, come on. It's not like any of them are going to bite you are anything. Unless you ask reeeeeeeeeeeally nicely..." Claire said with a giggle. "I'll meet you at your office when you close up this evening. We can go have dinner, and then go to Guilty Pleasures!" She said excitedly and then hung up on Anita.

Anita sighed and rolled her eyes. She's known Claire since she moved to St. Louis a few years ago in college. The girl was always trying to get Anita to be more... loose. Which was definately not Anita's style. She put the cell phone away and unlocked the doors before stepping inside and flipping the lights on. With her luck it was going to be a long, boring day, followed by a long, irritating night...

Teddy slept peacefully after that, his dreams of a much more surreal nature. Markus may not have really been there any more, but it was easy enough to dream of him without any extra help. He would likely stay that way until morning.

Teddy woke late; almost too late to get himself to work. His mother had already gone; for that he was kind of grateful. She was the one that was most likely to wonder about Teddy actually doing laundry. More specifically washing his bed covers; he'd woken to find them sticky and gross. Once the washing machine was filled, Teddy took a quick shower before starting it. Then the rush was really on as he threw himself into clean clothing and tore downstairs.

When he whipped by the kitchen, his father called out to him. "Here, son. You didn't look ready to wake up any time soon, so I figured you'd try skipping breakfast." Teddy grinned at his father. He really did look kind of silly standing there in his wife's apron holding in one hand a fried egg between two slices of toast in a sandwich bag. In the other hand was a lunch box that had somehow stuck with Teddy since he was in Elementary school. The paint had chipped up a bit, but the Transformers were still embarrassingly easy to make out. Teddy took it anyway and the egg sandwich.

"Thanks dad. Please take off that apron; it's weird. I really gotta go, but I left some stuff in the washer." Teddy had dashed halfway out the door by the time his father nodded and agreed to put the wash in the dryer. There was still time, Teddy thought as he got in his car. He'd be cutting it close, but he shouldn't be late.
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By the time afternoon rolled by, Teddy was more than ready to go home. His eyes were tired, his fingers were tired and his brain was numb from filling in field after field of data. It wasn't a difficult job, just a very, very boring one. It certainly helped keep his mind off of Markus for a while; every time his attention drifted too far he would mistype something and have to go back. Just a few more hours. Then he could go home and just vegetate for a while.
((Just trying to catch Teddy up to mid-day since I left him at last night.))