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By the time he gets home, the bleeding above John's eyes has mostly stopped, thanks to Nikita's handiwork. He doesn't think Karen will be too concerned, she's long since gotten used to the things they put themselves through, the strange lives they lead, and he's walking, he's barely bleeding at all, and he knows he doesn't have a concussion.

He also hasn't been shot, so he'll call tonight a win, relatively speaking.

Still, he thinks he ought to prepare Karen for when he arrives, just in case, so he sends her a text when he's nearly home.

a little battered, but I'm fine. home soon.

By the time he reaches the apartment, he barely even has a headache, which is also due to Nikita's help. He thinks Karen will be grateful for that. He certainly is. While they don't share all their secrets with anyone in Darrow, they've collected a small group of people they can trust with some things and that makes a big difference.

"Hi," he calls when he unlocks the front door. Bear comes to greet him and John rubs the dog's ears before he moves deeper into the apartment. "Karen?"

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When the kiss breaks, John presses his mouth to the underside of Karen's jaw, using his teeth gently on the sensitive skin there. Then he kisses his way down her throat, pausing to give as much attention as he wants to various places, stopping at the top of her collarbone, then again under the curve of her breast. He cups her in his hand, drags his teeth over her nipple, then pulls it into his mouth until it's a stiff peak.

At the same time, his other hand drags down the length of her body, skimming over the front of her underwear, his palm pressed between her thighs.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against her skin. "So incredibly beautiful."

A soft moan in her throat, Karen arches up just slightly against his touch, not in a rush but seeking out more all the same. It's not something she could ever get tired of — his hands on her, his mouth, the way he calls her beautiful like he means it. Hearing that, it's hard to continue joking in any real capacity. All things considered, she really can't bring herself to mind. As with everything she was saying in the first place, it's worth it.

"You've got a hell of a mouth," she says, wry and warm, "you know that?"