<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You're going to make me use the words, aren't you?"  She thumped her forehead against him.  "Damn it, I'm not usually this girl but -- is this -- a relationship?  Because -- it feels like it could be."  Cat groaned.  "God, when did I turn into that girl."  In a sing song voice, she mocked herself.  "What are we, where is this going, what do I mean to you?"  She grunted and returned to her normal voice.  "Fuck, you scrambled my brains right into being a damned dumb blonde.  I'd apologize, except I enjoyed the scrambling too damned much."<br/>
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She ran her hand up and down his back.  "If I'm just a client, you need to change your business card.  And if we're just fuck buddies, you need to stop making me feel so damned safe with you.  But I don't want to be the kind of woman who tries to pin a guy into a label just because he's one hell of a lay -- which you are.  You're also damned impressive in the field, and... I like you.  Enough to call dibs against a vampire faction," she added with a small smile.</span></span>