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New Year's Eve in the room nearest the stairs isn't the gigantic production it would be elsewhere; for one thing this is Milliways, and New Year's still waits in San Francisco. But that's to be celebrated with the guys, and right now Whistler wants to concentrate on celebrating with someone who's never marked the New Year with the kind of

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[sime_channel]

She wanders back in, after a bit, and stops as she takes in the food, "Whistler? I didn't, um. Zlin you come downstairs?" Then she continues moving toward him and wraps her arms around his waist.

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"Oh, I sent an order down with one of the Oompa-Loompas, and the rats brought it up for me." He smiles. "I was lucky I caught him. Most of the time they're out of range by the time I realize I need to talk to one of them."

He leans into that embrace and slides his arms around Suzi as well.

"How're you doing?"

[sime_channel]

"I'm doing fine." She assures him, leaning up to get a kiss, "Is this, um. For the New Year thing?" There is no crime in wandering hands. It isn't particularly let's sex now as much as I like you, a lot, and I like your body, and I like to touch you.

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And he's plenty happy to give one. It's Suzi. Why wouldn't he be? "It sure is," he says when their lips part. "There's gonna be a party back home, too, but I figured we could have a little celebration here all to ourselves. It's been one hell of a year, hasn't it?"

[sime_channel]

"The first eight months were pretty normal?" She offers with a laugh, catching up one of his hands again to give it a squeeze, "I like, um. I like celebrating with you, though."

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"Same here, but I kinda think the other four make up for that." He turns his head to one side, sticks two fingers of his free hand into his mouth, and lets out the note that activates the CD player. It's not the Ninth, but it's still Beethoven. And really, that's what matters.

"I think I'm gonna find a lot of excuses to celebrate in the year ahead. Considering."

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She twitches a little bit at the note, then relaxes even more against him when the music starts. Puddle of Sime! "Really?" Her voice is teasing, "More holidays?"

New Years is totally the alcohol holiday in Suzi's calender, you know.

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"Hey, if there's gonna be at least one holiday every month but August, I don't see why not," Whistler says very reasonably. "That's not too many for you, is it?"

He doesn't need that hand for the whistling any more, so he's going to run it just over his favorite part of the small of her back. She's really well built, in his opinion. Among other things.

[sime_channel]

"...Why not in August?" She asks after a minute, sighing softly at his hand on her back. It feels nice.

This is why there is a series of tastefully cut out and hemmed diamonds about the size of a fingertip in her shirt right about there. Some people dress to be pretty on the eyes, some people to be pretty on the finger-tips. "That's not too many."

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! goes his nager, and up go his eyebrows. He can dawdle over that spot a while, right? Right.

"Honestly? I have no clue. It just worked out that way. We'll just have to work out something between ourselves to make up for the loss, won't we?"

[sime_channel]

"Uh huh." She grins, feeling very smug at his reaction, "If we, um. If we look hard enough we can find something? You like the shirt? I'm, um. I'm doing that kind of thing to a couple of them? Not all the same place, though."

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"You did an excellent job on the shirt," Whistler assures her. "Giving me something to look for, eh? I like that. Very thoughtful."

Pause.

"Now the question is, what sort of challenges do I come up with for you."

[sime_channel]

"Whistler?" She reaches up and touches his face, "I get to look at you, and imagine what you're like under what you're wearing. I get to watch the way you move. You're perfect just how you are."

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He's got the "d'awwwwh" look as he turns to kiss Suzi's fingertips. "Thank you," he says, "but I still want to surprise you. You react really nicely to surprises."

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She laughs, a deeply amused chuckle, "I can't wait." Which works on so many levels, as she tugs at his shirt-tails.

There are lots of ways to ring in the New Year. Suzi can't, off the top of her head, think of a better way than with Whistler. "The food can," she informs his clavicle, and after a minute of ! he has to agree.

Happy New Years.