#Eamon spends a good six months prying illegal stims out of his hands

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39, Modern Emperors

[39. “How long have you been standing there?”]Dancing hadn’t been a part of the space refugee curriculum. It wasn’t something he understood.

Eamon was so good at it. He could lure anyone he wanted in the world with just the way his body followed the beat. Auren had a rhythm all his own, but it needed proximity and fewer clothes to be effective.

Still, there was something to this ‘Spotify’ business. It kept him alert when the caff stopped working. Especially since Eamon had taken away the meds he’d found.

He was shuffling around his office- in what he thought was a fair impression of Eamon’s skills- waiting for the latest model to render when he heard a soft chuckle at the doorway.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh not nearly long enough. I was hoping you’d do the thing with your ass again.”

Auren flushed and looked away.

“Hey, I liked the thing with your ass!” Eamon grinned. “How about I come in there and you can teach me?”

“Fuck you.”

“Only if you’ve got time.”

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