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Zeke didn't bother looking up at the question, merely paused mid stroke until she had fallen still again. "I'm not going to do this again if you don't hold still." It was a lie. If she asked him he would, and she likely knew that. There really wasn't much he wouldn't do for her at this point.

They were outside at one of the picnic tables. Zeke perched on the top, Harley on the bench below, hands on his legs as he applied a first layer of nail polish. "What do you want to know about him?" Not cagey, merely curious how much she wanted to know.

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His head lifted only enough for him to roll eyes up to meet her's, brows arching at her choice in words before a small smirk touched his lips. "We aren't dating," he'd clarify, dipping the brush back into the little bottle of polish. "We are friends, and we do sleep together." The brush slid along one of her nails, spreading pigment in careful strokes.

"You asked me at one point if there was anyone in the picture that would be jealous over you and I. There isn't." He lifted his head, looking at her more directly. Ever didn't care who else Zeke was or wasn't fooling around with. Hell, the blonde encouraged it from time to time.

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"Cute?" That brought the smirk back, and he gave a small shake of his head before returning to her nails. Cute would not have been the word Zeke would pick, but then he had intimate knowledge of the stuff that went on between them behind closed door.

"There's also Paige," he'd add casually, reaching for her other hand. "She's treated much the same as you, but she's more like a sister." There were no "romantic" inclinations towards his fellow Mist. Maybe at one point in time, but that ship had sailed. "It makes sense, though," he agreed, finishing up her let hand. "And you're right. I would likely push a lot more than I do."

Another pause, hazel eyes meeting bright blue. "Does it bother you?" She didn't act like it did, but that didn't mean much. Not that he knew what he would do if it did bother her.

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That was a little more appropriate.

"They can be." They could also be pains in the a**, if they set their mind to it. Paige was a bit of a meddler. She meant well, of course, but good intentions didn't always get good results.

Applied a second coat to her pinky, then gave a thoughtful hum. "I meant the other people, but both." He didn't think his gentle pushing bothered her, but now was a good time to find out, since the topic had come up.

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He watched her for a second, waiting for her answer, then went back to painting her nails. Lips ticking up in the corners in a small smile. If either honestly bothered her, then anything beyond friendship wouldn't work between them. Since they didn't, since apparently it was whatever he needed, Zeke was confident they'd be just fine.

"That's a very logical and realistic way to look at it." It was how he lived, and it pleased him a great deal that she was of the same mindset.

on and on and on

Beneath him and his pressing hands, Hattie let out a low, pleased groan. She snuggled her face down into the soft blankets, imagining herself melting into them. She was wearing her usual shorts and would have been wearing a tank top and strapless bra, had the former not been removed and the clasp of the latter had not been undone in favour of the back massage. She still wore it, technically. The fabric pressed against her, trapped between her skin and the bed.

"Is this 'spoil hattie rotten' week? Because I greatly approve." Yesterday, he painted her nails. Today, a very nice back massage - she wasn't going to complain, and she wasn't at all, but she just had to know. "Uuuugh you have magic haaaands…"

On and on an on

The Mist intermediate was wearing a rather pleased smile, as well as his usual get up. Though, temperatures being a bit higher as of late, he'd replaced dark jeans with a pair of shorts.

"Isn't is always spoil Hattie rotten week?" He drawled, amused, pushing his thumbs to either side of her spine, where the curve of her hips began, and pressed fingertips into her muscles, easing out any knots that might have collected there. "And I do have magic hands. You should let me use them on more than just your back some time." An actual request, but with no real push behind it.

They both knew by now how much he wanted her.