Sure, comes back the response within a few seconds. You know I always have time for you. 

Mia, I... you know I love you, but it's been weeks since I last saw you, and...

I don't know how to phrase this.

Aww, someone's getting ants in her pants? 

Yeah, I guess. I miss you. I miss the warmth of you in my arms. I miss having you in my embrace. I miss sex that's not over the phone. 

You're allowed to fix that, you know!!!

Yeah, but it wouldn't be with you. You've gone and domesticated me. 

Adorable, but also you clearly have not been getting laid nearly enough. 

Go, Hannah. Find someone charming. The safecharm's in the bedside drawer where it always is. You'll feel better about it. You always do.

I... 

Hannah smiles softly to herself, and hugs her phone close to her heart for a moment. 

You're so good to me. 

If you want to thank me for it you can bring me back a hot story. ^^

Alright, love. Since you asked me to. ♡

Leave right now. That's an order. I know you have nothing to do and the weather's awful. Get your umbrella from the front hall and the safecharm from the bed and go to the tram station and visit the local il'ka. Someone'll fall into your lap within half an hour once you're there. I bet you a favour.

I like the rain, actually. It's soft. Gentle. I'm curled up in the window seat right now.

Reading one of your old favorite books again?

And you didn't say anything about the bet or my order. I'm serious, you know.

Can I at least finish my cocoa?

You can finish your cocoa. But I want you out the door within fifteen minutes. I will set a timer about this. Don't push me.

Yes, Mistress. 

... I was going through my old photo album, actually. My conquests before I met you.

Oh, you definitely need to get laid. 

So what do you say to the bet?

Hannah takes a slow sip of her cocoa, then types back. 

...no bet. You know me too well.

That's my girl. 

Good luck, good skill. I know you're kinda out of practice at the whole picking up girls thing but trust me, it's like riding a bicycle. Everything will come back to you in seconds. After all, you use it on me all the time ♡♡♡♡

Hannah smiles and knocks back the rest of her cocoa. 

Standing up from the window seat, she stretches first her arms and then her legs. 

Alright, I've finished my cocoa. Getting my stuff together now. 

She crosses the bedroom from the window seat, and sets her phone on her bedside table.

Hannah pulls open her bedside drawer, and retrieves a small opal pendant from within. It loops on over her head easily. She takes a moment to pull her hair over it and settle it atop her cozy beige sweater.

Then she picks up her phone again. 

Got my safecharm. Heading out. ILY

Love you too, Hannah. 

Don't forget to put your mug in the sink. 

Hannah pauses halfway to the bedroom door, pivots, and darts back across the room for her empty cocoa mug. 

ty babe

She drops the mug off in the empty kitchen sink as she passes on her way to the front hall. Her shoes wait by the front door, brown suede slipons.

She opens the hall closet and gets down a green windbreaker, which she pulls on over her sweater and jeans. Her phone goes into one waterproof pocket while she zips it up, then gets pulled back into her hands.

Alright, I'm ready to brave the rain. See you with a story later.

I'll be looking forwards to it.♡

Hannah slips her shoes on, pulls her keys out of the pocket of her jeans, and steps out of the front door onto her house's porch. A small flight of wooden steps descend into the residential area, and further down the gravel path is the old oak tree at the end of the yard. She planted that as a seedling when she married Mia, many, many years ago, and it's still as strong and healthy as ever. Beyond it stands the city street, all rain-slick asphalt and concrete curb.

She turns, pulls the door closed behind her, and locks it. 

Soft rain pitter-patters against her windbreaker as she crunches down the pathway, the wind stirring the tails of her jacket and mussing with her hair. 

Her neighbour Luna is sitting in her rocking chair out on her front porch, listening to the wind. She raises one hand casually to Hannah as she passes down the sidewalk, but says nothing. Nothing needs to be said; the pair of them have long since bonded over their common love for the rain.