Skulduggery's house doesn't happen to contain any beds, so Dexter is having to improvise.
"Explain," she is murmuring to the bone-thin woman as they stumble their way about, "why it is that you have a kitchen, bathrooms, living room after living room," and here they pause to rest from the exhaustion that is stepping on each other's toes, "and no bedroom?"
"I don't sleep," is Skulduggery's answer, pragmatically spoken. Her fingers are twining their way through Dexter's spikes of hair, cropped close to her scalp. "But the house came installed with the kitchen and the bathroom and so on. No point repurposing them – would be such a waste. Nothing to do about changing a bedroom-space to a living room, though."
"You talk far too much," Dexter observes. "Still."
"I know," Skulduggery says, casual. She has no breath to run out of.
"It's adorable," Dexter says.
"I know," Skulduggery repeats peaceably. "I remember."
"Remember?" Dexter asks, raises an expressive eyebrow.
"It's not the first time you've said that," Skulduggery explains.
"Did I tell you that it stops being adorable after a few minutes, then?" Dexter asks, decidedly out of breath.
"Yes."
"Good," Dexter says, smiling a brilliant smile. "That still stands."
A/N: Here's a pairing I never really considered before, probably because it's het: Dexter/Tanith. Because one adventurous, well-muscled blonde with a great smile just isn't enough.
~Mademise Morte, September 21, 2012.