Face it, Mark, she’s growing on you. It was hard not to look with some fondness upon the woman working so eagerly on one of the deathtraps she could be faced with, not that she’d ever admit that.
“Hoffman, you’re being neurotic,” she dismissed another one of his warnings with, pushing rolled-up designs onto him.
“I’m allowed to be. In case you forgot-” he snapped, stepping toward her with his words, having her take steps back, into the door.
“-it’s your baby I’m carrying. I. Get. It. You’ve said it enough times, alright? I’ll be fine, Mark; none of these traps are for me-”
“That’s not the point. Fucking ex-cons, you think they’d go through their own traps? Giving them free reign, they’d force you through without blinking. You get that?” He took another step with each sentence, until he had fully pushed her against the door, resting an arm on the surface, wondering if it was sweet or exasperating that, despite having him inside her twice, screaming for more the latest time, she turned her face away from him, trying to press herself away from him.
“How many times do I have to say it? I’ll be fine.”
“Amanda, why do I have to threaten or fuck you to get a point across?” He leaned in with that question, lips delicately brushing against her ear as her breath shuddered out of her.
“Can we not do this... right now... Mark?” she whispered, eyes scrunching shut. “It’s not exactly the best moment.”
A slight pause as he pulled away from her, letting her free to move again. “Fine. But remember, I don’t want the baby hurt, in any way. And it’ll happen if you aren’t careful in this game, I mean, Mandy, look at these fucking designs. They’re... brutal.”
“And nothing else we’ve done is?” she spat, glancing at the trap design he’d unfurled, the pit dug into the room earlier, now filled with syringes. “They have to be, or they don’t learn anything-”
“You really believe that bullshit?” She stared at him with an expression he couldn’t help but want to laugh at, those wide eyes almost comical were it not for the fact that she was actually shocked by his opinion.
“Don’t say that, Hoffman. You just don’t appreciate his work, what would you know, you haven’t even been tested,” she said, her words getting faster and shriller as she went on.
“God... Will you just try and see what you’re going into? I mean, fuck, a pit full of needles, an oven for Tate, not to mention the whole house is filling with gas-”
“I can look after myself, alright? I’ll get a needle from the safe, alright? I mean, for fuck’s sake, you’re acting like I don’t know-”
“Amanda, he’s keeping things from you. I hope you can see that. And I hope you can wake up some time before you wake up here, because if you don’t... if you get hurt... God, I don’t know what I’ll have to do.”
“Listen to me, Detective. I’ve played before. I know the rules. I don’t need you to worry about me, and, look, the baby’ll be fine, it’ll only be two months when I go in there, you know? Please. I don’t want you to care.” She drew closer to him, taking the designs from him, getting onto her tiptoes as she softly kissed him, a peck that stayed just that, a soft, slight kiss, almost forgotten as she walked away from him, out of the room. Almost.
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