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According to director David Fincher, there are only two moments in the whole movie when Lisbeth smiles. The first is when she meets her girlfriend(?) in the bar, the second one is when Mikael compliments her.

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-With a few weeks of living together under your belt, Lisbeth is becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. She’s working on her computer when you get home from school, and she gives you a small smile- hey hey..

-The last two weeks have been bliss to…

-Lisbeth tries to not get into her weird moods around you. If she does, she locks herself in her room until it passes. She loves you more than anything and just wants you to be happy living with her. As you turn away from her, she stands up slightly- Mimmi? What are you hiding? -she crosses the room and peaks around your elbow, her eyes lighting up immediately- Whoa! Is that dryer lint moving?

-Miriam has been doing her absolute best to be understanding when she can feel you distancing yourself. Regardless of what may happen, she knows for a certainty that you love her deeply, and that knowledge always succeeds in guiding her through the rough patches. When you inquire about the mysterious object she’s cradling in her hands, she gives you a small smile and attempts to turn away. However, once the kitten whines, she knows there’s no use. She rolls her eyes at your guess.- Really? Since when do I smuggle dryer lint home from college? –She exposes the young, bewildered kitten to you.- Isn’t he adorable? I was thinking we could keep him…. –The cat fixes his small, blue eyes on you, and almost immediately a hiss escapes his tiny mouth.-

-Lisbeth catches your elbow to keep you from turning away from her any more, and shrugs- I didn’t go to college, I don’t know what the fuck you do in your science class. Let me see! -her already wide eyes double and she immediately reaches for the kitten- oh he’s not half bad…he may actually..hey! -she gives him an offended look and pulls her hands away immediately as he hisses at her. She glances at you and back at him- what the fuck was that for?!

-Miriam shakes her head at you playfully.- That WOULD be a valid point, Lisbeth, if I actually attended a science course. At this point, I’m not even certain you know what I’m going to college for anymore. You appear to only obtain information if cunnilingus is the reward for listening. –The smirk playing on her lips lets you know that her words are all said in jest. She would never get angry at you for not remembering frivolous details, which others may deem important. When the cat hisses at you, Miriam frowns.- Did you hurt him? He’s a perfectly nice fella, he basically ran into my arms when I encountered him on the street. You must’ve scared him! Poor thing…-Gingerly, she holds the cat up to her face and mimics baby voices as she addresses the frazzled creature.- Are you okay baby? Did Lisbeth scare you? It’s alright, momma is here. –She pets his fur and cuddles him close to her chest.-

-Lisbeth pouts immediately- just because I don’t have each individual course memorized doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention, Wu. You’re majoring in Sociology, though, if you need the validation. -she turns the offended look on you- how would I hurt him, I wasn’t even touching him before the psycho started hissing! -she pulls away from you, making an annoyed and disgusted face as you start the baby talk- and today will go down in history as the day that Lisbeth Salander’s sex drive died.

-Miriam smiles softly and offers you a sly wink.- You’re beyond adorable when you pout. –She leans over to give you a soft kiss on your lips.- Mmm, I’m not naïve. You pick up on a lot of things that you don’t let on. I’m the clueless one, Salander. Your mind is a secret void I have very limited access to.  –Miriam frowns immediately and scolds you.- Calling him psycho isn’t very welcoming! He probably hissed at you, because he can sense you’re not thrilled by his presence. However, seeing as he’s our new baby, I hope that mindset changes. –She’s so captured in the new feline that she barely registers your disapproving expressions. However, she shoots you a light glare at the comment.- You’re just ticked, because I’m usually naked by this time of day. Only a couple days ago, you were claiming to not be opposed to children, yet you can’t handle me showing a cat some affection. I think you’re jealous, Froken Salander. –She raises an eyebrow at you.-

I know. -she says with a small smile as she kisses you back softly. Shrugging, she wraps her arms around your waist- you have more access than anyone else on this planet. Be grateful for that. -she frowns and pulls away from you, crossing her arms- you think I’m heartless. I was actually very excited to see the kitten, I love them. I barely looked at him and he hissed at me. Will it be my fault for sitting too close to him when he scratches me? -she crosses the room and resumes her seat at her desk, having lost interest in you already- I’m a creature of habit, Wu, but not a monster. I’m no more jealous of that thing than you are of my computer, I was merely stating the baby talk would’ve killed my sex drive. -her eyes widen as you throw the conversation of her having children in her face and she sets her jaw- you think I wouldn’t treat a child differently than a stray kitten? Perhaps if you have these negative, preconceived notions already its a bad idea? -she angrily pushes away from her desk and storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, sulking. Her greatest fear is having someone laugh at her feelings, and you’re already taunting her-

 

-Miriam leans into your body as you wrap an arm around her and smiles.- I am grateful. The other night I even managed to get you to engage in some dirty talk. I don’t take any of my accomplishments for granted! However, I wouldn’t even attempt to change you for a second, Salander. I love your mysterious side. –She sighs internally as you step away. She should have known better. You’re already sensitive on a regular basis, but this particular time of month seems to always have you particularly on edge…or so she’s noticed.- Don’t be ridiculous, baby! He doesn’t have a vendetta against you. Consider what he may have gone through only hours ago! For all we know, he could’ve been mistreated by whoever owned him. –She looks down sadly at the kitten and strokes his fur. She tries to hold in her aggravation as you storm away. Usually, she’s perfectly kind and understanding when you get pissed off. However, she has to wonder how many times this will happen. It seems everything she says lately is stepping ground for a fight.- Baby, I’ve NEVER even implied that you were a monster. You know that I don’t think that! I love you. And of course I’m a little jealous of anything that captivates your attention and doesn’t involve me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, I am a little offended that the first time your sex drive died you were in my presence! –When she sees the anger vividly displayed on your face, she knows light joking won’t weave her out of this mess. The hurt in your voice is easy to detect, and it makes her feel like the biggest bitch in the world.- Lisbeth, I didn’t mean that and.. –Before she can finish her explanation, you’ve already locked yourself away. Miriam knows you, and therefore she’s fully aware how hurtful her comment on children affected you. With a lump forming in her throat, she stands by the bathroom door and knocks lightly.- Baby, are you okay? Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry…-The pain she’s feeling is evident in her tone of voice. She keeps tapping on the door lightly, gently pleading for you to open it. She starts to cry when she realizes that she’s hurt your feelings.-

I don’t mind the dirty talk, babe. I just like to keep it special, I don’t want you to get used to it. -She kisses your cheek and says quietly- and I love you. All sides of you. -She’s only moody around this time of the month when Bjurman’s report is due. He posts first to the board and then to Lisbeth, and it’s always irritating to be reminded that he exists. She doesn’t mean to take it out on you…but you were being annoying with the cat. She didn’t do anything to the fucker.- But he’s letting you hold him just fine. If I was a writer, I could use him as symbolism for how all of society regards me. -She makes a face as she reiterates- Again, I said it was the baby talk that killed it. I was joking, jesus christ. Let it go. -She puts her face in her hands as she listens to your pleading. Honestly, she wants you to just go away. Not forever, of course, but until she’s at least calmed down. Living with you is a lot harder than Lisbeth anticipated it being. She sighs and mutters- Just go away, Mimmi. Go on a walk until I’m ready to talk to you. Beating on the fucking door will only make me more angry. You know that. -she bites her lip and adds, a gentler tone to her voice- and please stop crying..

Oh, is that so? If you’re worried about it ever not having an effect on me, I can promise you that will never happen. Regardless, you’ve mastered the art of getting me hot without using any words anyways. –Miriam smiles as you kiss her and she squeezes your hand.- I love you, too. No matter how weird you claim yourself to be, you’ll always be my Lisbeth. –Miriam never intended to irritate you with the kitten. Everything she said was in good jest. However, she takes full responsibility, even if she does get tired of having to apologize so often. In reality, she’s scared that eventually you won’t love her anymore. It’s frightening that you can simply shut down and pretend she doesn’t exist.- I’m certain it’s nothing personal, Lisbeth. Perhaps he’s just afraid to trust an abundance of people. Look how young he looks. What’s that term used when they become attached to one person? Imprinting? Maybe I’m the first human he’s seen in a while. –Miriam rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s three seconds away from exploding. And she’s never exploded in front of you- yet. There’s a shortness in your tone that’s driving her off that dangerous edge though.- Consider it “let go” of then. But then maybe consider the fact that I was joking as well. –Miriam DOES know that her insistent knocking on the door will stir your anger up more. Honestly, though, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s losing her charm when it comes coaxing you out of these moods. Frankly, it’s beyond damn tiring. She wipes the tears from her eyes in a hurry and gently puts the kitten down. Still clad in her jacket, she grabs her keys and heads for her car again. She hates feeling like she’s abandoning you, but she needs time for herself. She drives around everywhere, until she’s miles away from the apartment. She has no clear goal for a destination, however that doesn’t deter her. Four hours later, and she finally arrives back at the apartment. She opens the door and braces herself for what will ensue. A loud fight perhaps? You kicking her out? Or the worst possibility imaginable- your silence.-

-Lisbeth grins and raises an eyebrow at you- I can get you hot with a LOOK, Miriam. I can get you hot without even being in the same building..I like that. I like to be your Lisbeth, because you’re my Mimmi. -A part of Lisbeth DOES wish you’d blow up at her. You’re so passive aggressive that it’s infuriating. Just once she’d love to have a screaming match with you, just to hear how you REALLY feel. She snorts and asks scornfully- Imprinting? were you reading Twilight again? -She raises an eyebrow and actually looks up from her computer as you get an attitude with her, that rarely happens. If ever.- We were both joking, but it was a misunderstanding. -She says, her voice made of pure ice, her eyes narrowed angrily. She sighs as she listens to you leave, surprised. You usually stay around…and once, you took the door off of the hinges just to hold her! Perhaps it’s a step in some direction, that you actually don’t want to be around her when she’s this angry. She knows she’s been a cunt lately…and a part of it is because everything is going so well. She knows you’ll eventually leave her, so she’s trying to sabotage it. But she knows she would absolutely die if you ever left for good. By the time you get home, she’s un- barricaded herself from the tiny bathroom. She’s in her bathrobe, sitting on the ground and petting the tiny kitten who is sitting on her lap. She looks up at you shyly and gives you a small smile- He warmed up to me..

Mhm, you certainly do get me hot at any given moment of the day. The mere thought of you is enough to turn me into an animal. Which is why it’s so unfair that you hate the thought of me taking care of myself, even if you’re not around. If you’d only let me share those tales, I think you’d change your opinion. –Miriam likes that you call her yours. It gives her validation that you plan to stick by her side for a very long period of time. As difficult as it is, Miriam manages to refrain from ever getting in a screaming match with you- and for good reasons. If you knew the feelings she had sometimes, you’d take them all wrong and then the battle would only escalate. It’s not worth the risk of things being said that neither of you would be able to retract afterwards. Miriam curls her fist up, trying to cool her building annoyance.- Actually, imprinting is a term studied in psychology. But since you didn’t go to college and don’t know what the courses are, I wouldn’t expect you to know that either. –Miriam shakes her head and laughs bitterly.- It’s ALWAYS a misunderstanding. I could ask you what you’d like for dinner and that could lead to a “misunderstanding.” –A large part of Miriam feels extremely guilty for leaving. Honestly though, she doesn’t really know what’s best to do in these situations before. Sometimes we she just holds you and tells you she loves you, it works in calming you down. Other times, it only makes the situation worse. And she can never read what effect it will have. Really, she’s just exhausted. Not from you per say, but rather all the fighting. When she returns home, she’s surprised to find you out in the open, playing with the kitten. When you smile at her, she can’t resist offering you a small one in return. She takes off her jacket and leans down to pet the kitten.- I told you he was a nice little guy. –After that simple sentence, she’s not sure how to respond. She can feel you eyeing her curiously, but she stays silent.-

I just think that the longer you hold on to that horny feeling, the more energy you bring home to your girlfriend! I think it’s selfish that you take care of yourself when i’m not around! -She bites her lip, glad that when she turns to go to the bathroom you can’t see the tears that are filling her eyes. She pushes them back, refusing to ever cry again in front of you. When you return home she glances down at the cat again and says quietly- I am…sorry…that I’m so difficult. I don’t mean to always fight with you. But i’m not as bitchy as you portray me to be. -She looks down and pets the kitten again- But just because I didn’t go to college doesn’t mean I’m stupid, alright? I’m not a fucking idiot. I may not have chosen higher education, or even secondary school, but I could run this country if I wanted to. Or do you believe the reports that have followed me my whole life? DO you actually believe that I am insane? -She pushes the kitty softly off of her lap and stands up to try and obtain eye contact- If you think I’m dumb..if you think I’m even retarded, then you can leave. Get out of my house, if that is how you feel.

But I wouldn’t mind if you took care of yourself! That image is as hot as fuck to me. How does it not turn you on that I touch myself while thinking about you? Baby, trust me, I store plenty of energy for you. I have excellent stamina. –Miriam sits with her eyes downcast as you apologize. She’s so tired of being sorry, of you being sorry. She feels like the biggest bitch in the world, but a part of her doesn’t want to accept your apology. How long before it’s something else? How long before she ticks you off again? Next week? The next day? The next hour? However, it’s not that easy. She knows you. Sorry isn’t a light word for you, even if it has been said a lot lately. Deep down, she knows that you honestly are sorry. You hate fighting just as much as she does.- It’s never my intention to portray you as a bitch, Lisbeth. I…you…everything is stepping ground for a fight. I could say anything, and if you’re in the wrong mood, you’ll find something wrong with it. –Her heart breaks when she can hear the hurt in your voice. She NEVER meant to insult you or imply that you were beneath her just because you took a different road of education.- I’m sorry. For the jab about college. I don’t even know why I said that, it’s a completely irrelevant point that holds no grounds. And of course, I don’t think you’re insane. This has nothing to do with your past. This has to do with the way you treat ME. –Miriam stands up to, anger raising again.- See, THIS is exactly what I’m talking about! You just blow up at me. I never said any of those things, I never even suggested them! Oh, so it’s just YOUR house now? Well, it’s good to know how you really feel. –Now it’s her turn to be hurt.-

But I would rather I take care of you than you take care of you! Being the one to give you the physical pleasure myself is what turns me on. You’re so odd, Miriam Wu! -She watches you closely, trying to read your face. It took her four hours to gather the guts to apologize to you, not an easy feat. She tries SO hard to not become angry with you, but some days it’s almost as if you’re TRYING to press her buttons. This is just what a relationship is. There’s the honeymoon phase, when you’re happy all of the time. And then that fades and you fight constantly as you try to figure each other out before settling into a routine and being happy again. You two are in the fighting stage. She hates that, she wants to go back to being happy with you. She looks at her feet as you reject her apology, her face flushing red with anger- I am not..I’m not the only one who becomes irritated around here.. -she says softly, her hands in fists as she tries to remain calm. It took a lot to apologize, and you’ve waved it away- You get irritated with me just as easily.. Don’t make me out to be the only bad guy here. We were both wrong. -she shrugs and looks away from you completely- Perhaps you said it because deep down you feel intellectually superior to me? -She raises her sad eyes- And what about how you treat me? You make your jokes with complete disregard to my feelings, you flirt with other women at the bar right in front of me..and now we’re fighting because a kitten hissed at me and you jumped down my throat.  -She crosses her arms over her chest and shrinks back as you raise your voice at her. She responds, even quieter- I didn’t blow up. I was stating my feelings. -Her hands are shaking as she takes a step back so that she’s out of your swinging range, just in case she pushes you that far- I mispoke. Do you want to know how I really feel, Mimmi? You are driving me insane, THAT is how I feel. I love you more than ANYTHING  but I can’t show you that because we’re always fighting! How do we fix it? -she looks up with pleading eyes- I don’t want to lose you..

You sound so dominating when you talk like that. Like you own my body. I love that! Do you forbid me from touching myself then, love? I’ve been very good about not telling you when I do, anyways. –Miriam WANTS to accept your apology, but the four hours a part hadn’t cooled her off nearly as much as she’d like. She wants to stay by herself tonight, because she can sense that another fight is brewing. However, if she knows that if she walked out the door right now, you’d discard her forever. It’s clear how angry you still are by the way your body tenses and your fists clutch together. The look on your face is one of an eerie calm that’s just waiting to explode- Admittedly, I have my moments. But I don’t blow it up like you do! You run away, or give me clipped comments that drive me insane. We can never just argue for a tad then move on. Oh no, there always has to be tension present for hours afterwards. Sometimes, even days! –Miriam catches herself mid rant. She knows that she’s digging the wounds dipper, but she can’t stop for some reason. These are thoughts that have been boiling up inside her.- I love you Lisbeth. And I know that I’m far from a perfect angel. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve ever caused. I really am. I don’t feel superior to you in anyway. If I thought you were insane and dumb, why would I be so in love with you? Don’t you think my opinion of you is a little higher than that? I swear, you commit everything I say in anger, but forget everything I say at other times. –Her annoyance level bubbles to the surface again.- Don’t be absurd! WHEN do I flirt with other women? I never do that- whether you’re there or not! If I’m so terrible to you, then why are you even with me? You act like I don’t love you. –Her eyes fill with sadness when you take a step back. Do you really think she’d hit you? If that’s the truth, then the relationship is in even worse trouble than she realized. Her anger evaporates when you reveal your true feelings.- I love you too, baby. I love you more than anyone else in my life- past or present. The reason I get so angry is because I do care. I’m angry, because I don’t know how to fix it. Whatever we do, we can’t keep fighting like this. It’s not healthy for either of us…I’m tired of making you so unhappy. I want you to smile again.

I thought we had already discussed this? I DO own your body, thats non-negotiable. -she’s beyond tired of fighting with you. If she knew you wanted to walk out right now, she’d actually encourage it. She flexes her hands as she says softly- right. It’s always me. I’m the freak, I’m the one who isn’t wired correctly. I’m sorry that I make your life so hard.. -she turns away from you, but instead of locking herself in the bathroom again, she simply sits on the couch and turns on the tv. She is over this argument. You can do whatever the fuck you want, she doesn’t care. As your anger starts to rise she ignores it, unwilling to take the bait.- I’m tired, Mimmi. I don’t want to fight anymore. -but as your eyes soften she stands up slowly, watching your every move- I love you. We fight because we’re different people with opinions and I’m fucked in the head, but I ALWAYS love you. -she crosses the room again quickly and cups your face, kissing you roughly. It’s the only way she knows to end an argument with you-

-Miriam shakes her head, wishing this was all a terrible dream. You’re both strong women; hence your arguments are always huge blow outs. She can sense that you’re trying to cool off like she is. However, the tension is still eligible for heightening.- It’s like you only hear what you want to hear. I’m tired of you spinning my words around. I can never tell you my feelings without you claiming I’m insulting you underhandedly. –As you relax on the couch, Miriam’s anger boils to passiveness. You’re over the argument and most likely resorting to pretend that she doesn’t even exist. She’s so over that happening. She REFUSES to cry ever again about this, especially when it makes no difference to you.- Do you really want me to go? I have a friend who wouldn’t mind me staying over there for a bit. If that’s what you really wanted. –She manages a small smile when you walk over to her. She’s not really mad anymore about what happened. She’s just mad that she knows it will happen again. Eventually, you’re going to hate her when her emotions take over and she says a terrible thing.- I love you too, which is why I hate fighting with you. We hurt each other when we fight. I feel like all I’ve done is made you unhappy. –Miriam tugs at your hair, pulling you closer to her, and continuing to kiss you passionately. She groans when you bite her lip and tugs on your hair a little harder. Her anger, though perhaps not disappeared, has taken a back seat to her need to be with you. She pulls off your bath robe and moans when she sees that you have nothing on underneath.-

I’m not as manipulative as you think I am. Stop being passive aggressive and just tell me straight what you want to say. That way there is no room left for misinterpretation! You’re notorious for saying one thing and meaning the other, Mimmi. I’m not a mind reader.. -Lisbeth bites your lip, a bit harder than usual, and mutters against your lips- Don’t threaten me about staying with other women. We both know it’s empty.. -she pulls you closer, hitching one leg against your hips as she kisses you back roughly. A small whimper escapes her lips as you pull her hair and she whispers- Please still love me, even though I’m a hopeless bitch… -She honestly doesn’t’ even remember what prompted the argument. She just wants to make it disappear, and sex always makes you shut up. AS you undress her she takes a step back, smirking as she motions for you to follow her- Let me make it up to you?

Fine then. You want the truth of my feelings? Frankly, I don’t think you’d be able to handle them sometimes. You’re so convinced that I’m going to hate you eventually I know you Lisbeth. I know that you’re just waiting for this whole relationship to come to term. You don’t accept that I love you and that I’m not just going to run off and abandon you. However, I’m tired of our time being spent in Hell. I’m not used to you having negative feelings towards me. You never treated me this way before. I worry that I’m different than you originally thought. Everyday I’m just waiting for you to kick me out of your apartment. I’m certain you hate living in close proximity to me. -After her long monologue, Miriam looks at you warily. She hopes that you don’t hate her after that confession. She just wanted to divulge her feelings, so you were on the same page. After you bite her hard, she licks her lips and grins when she can taste a trickle of blood- Is it empty? You think all my friends have forgotten me? You see how people hit on me. - Miriam moans as you pull her closer. She grabs your ass, kissing you harder. Her free starts roaming all over your body, desperate to feel you.- I love you forever baby…-Miriam grins when you mention making it up to her. Her previous anger is completely vanished- as if it never even existed. Right now her needs for you is all consuming. She shakes her head when you motion towards the bedroom.- No. Not there. -Instead she steps towards the couch, where she discards her shirt and plops down- Here. -She eyes you and gives you your favorite lopsided smirk- Have your way with me.

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-With a few weeks of living together under your belt, Lisbeth is becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. She’s working on her computer when you get home from school, and she gives you a small smile- hey hey..

-The last two weeks have been bliss to…

-Lisbeth tries to not get into her weird moods around you. If she does, she locks herself in her room until it passes. She loves you more than anything and just wants you to be happy living with her. As you turn away from her, she stands up slightly- Mimmi? What are you hiding? -she crosses the room and peaks around your elbow, her eyes lighting up immediately- Whoa! Is that dryer lint moving?

-Miriam has been doing her absolute best to be understanding when she can feel you distancing yourself. Regardless of what may happen, she knows for a certainty that you love her deeply, and that knowledge always succeeds in guiding her through the rough patches. When you inquire about the mysterious object she’s cradling in her hands, she gives you a small smile and attempts to turn away. However, once the kitten whines, she knows there’s no use. She rolls her eyes at your guess.- Really? Since when do I smuggle dryer lint home from college? –She exposes the young, bewildered kitten to you.- Isn’t he adorable? I was thinking we could keep him…. –The cat fixes his small, blue eyes on you, and almost immediately a hiss escapes his tiny mouth.-

-Lisbeth catches your elbow to keep you from turning away from her any more, and shrugs- I didn’t go to college, I don’t know what the fuck you do in your science class. Let me see! -her already wide eyes double and she immediately reaches for the kitten- oh he’s not half bad…he may actually..hey! -she gives him an offended look and pulls her hands away immediately as he hisses at her. She glances at you and back at him- what the fuck was that for?!

-Miriam shakes her head at you playfully.- That WOULD be a valid point, Lisbeth, if I actually attended a science course. At this point, I’m not even certain you know what I’m going to college for anymore. You appear to only obtain information if cunnilingus is the reward for listening. –The smirk playing on her lips lets you know that her words are all said in jest. She would never get angry at you for not remembering frivolous details, which others may deem important. When the cat hisses at you, Miriam frowns.- Did you hurt him? He’s a perfectly nice fella, he basically ran into my arms when I encountered him on the street. You must’ve scared him! Poor thing…-Gingerly, she holds the cat up to her face and mimics baby voices as she addresses the frazzled creature.- Are you okay baby? Did Lisbeth scare you? It’s alright, momma is here. –She pets his fur and cuddles him close to her chest.-

-Lisbeth pouts immediately- just because I don’t have each individual course memorized doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention, Wu. You’re majoring in Sociology, though, if you need the validation. -she turns the offended look on you- how would I hurt him, I wasn’t even touching him before the psycho started hissing! -she pulls away from you, making an annoyed and disgusted face as you start the baby talk- and today will go down in history as the day that Lisbeth Salander’s sex drive died.

-Miriam smiles softly and offers you a sly wink.- You’re beyond adorable when you pout. –She leans over to give you a soft kiss on your lips.- Mmm, I’m not naïve. You pick up on a lot of things that you don’t let on. I’m the clueless one, Salander. Your mind is a secret void I have very limited access to.  –Miriam frowns immediately and scolds you.- Calling him psycho isn’t very welcoming! He probably hissed at you, because he can sense you’re not thrilled by his presence. However, seeing as he’s our new baby, I hope that mindset changes. –She’s so captured in the new feline that she barely registers your disapproving expressions. However, she shoots you a light glare at the comment.- You’re just ticked, because I’m usually naked by this time of day. Only a couple days ago, you were claiming to not be opposed to children, yet you can’t handle me showing a cat some affection. I think you’re jealous, Froken Salander. –She raises an eyebrow at you.-

I know. -she says with a small smile as she kisses you back softly. Shrugging, she wraps her arms around your waist- you have more access than anyone else on this planet. Be grateful for that. -she frowns and pulls away from you, crossing her arms- you think I’m heartless. I was actually very excited to see the kitten, I love them. I barely looked at him and he hissed at me. Will it be my fault for sitting too close to him when he scratches me? -she crosses the room and resumes her seat at her desk, having lost interest in you already- I’m a creature of habit, Wu, but not a monster. I’m no more jealous of that thing than you are of my computer, I was merely stating the baby talk would’ve killed my sex drive. -her eyes widen as you throw the conversation of her having children in her face and she sets her jaw- you think I wouldn’t treat a child differently than a stray kitten? Perhaps if you have these negative, preconceived notions already its a bad idea? -she angrily pushes away from her desk and storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, sulking. Her greatest fear is having someone laugh at her feelings, and you’re already taunting her-

 

-Miriam leans into your body as you wrap an arm around her and smiles.- I am grateful. The other night I even managed to get you to engage in some dirty talk. I don’t take any of my accomplishments for granted! However, I wouldn’t even attempt to change you for a second, Salander. I love your mysterious side. –She sighs internally as you step away. She should have known better. You’re already sensitive on a regular basis, but this particular time of month seems to always have you particularly on edge…or so she’s noticed.- Don’t be ridiculous, baby! He doesn’t have a vendetta against you. Consider what he may have gone through only hours ago! For all we know, he could’ve been mistreated by whoever owned him. –She looks down sadly at the kitten and strokes his fur. She tries to hold in her aggravation as you storm away. Usually, she’s perfectly kind and understanding when you get pissed off. However, she has to wonder how many times this will happen. It seems everything she says lately is stepping ground for a fight.- Baby, I’ve NEVER even implied that you were a monster. You know that I don’t think that! I love you. And of course I’m a little jealous of anything that captivates your attention and doesn’t involve me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, I am a little offended that the first time your sex drive died you were in my presence! –When she sees the anger vividly displayed on your face, she knows light joking won’t weave her out of this mess. The hurt in your voice is easy to detect, and it makes her feel like the biggest bitch in the world.- Lisbeth, I didn’t mean that and.. –Before she can finish her explanation, you’ve already locked yourself away. Miriam knows you, and therefore she’s fully aware how hurtful her comment on children affected you. With a lump forming in her throat, she stands by the bathroom door and knocks lightly.- Baby, are you okay? Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry…-The pain she’s feeling is evident in her tone of voice. She keeps tapping on the door lightly, gently pleading for you to open it. She starts to cry when she realizes that she’s hurt your feelings.-

I don’t mind the dirty talk, babe. I just like to keep it special, I don’t want you to get used to it. -She kisses your cheek and says quietly- and I love you. All sides of you. -She’s only moody around this time of the month when Bjurman’s report is due. He posts first to the board and then to Lisbeth, and it’s always irritating to be reminded that he exists. She doesn’t mean to take it out on you…but you were being annoying with the cat. She didn’t do anything to the fucker.- But he’s letting you hold him just fine. If I was a writer, I could use him as symbolism for how all of society regards me. -She makes a face as she reiterates- Again, I said it was the baby talk that killed it. I was joking, jesus christ. Let it go. -She puts her face in her hands as she listens to your pleading. Honestly, she wants you to just go away. Not forever, of course, but until she’s at least calmed down. Living with you is a lot harder than Lisbeth anticipated it being. She sighs and mutters- Just go away, Mimmi. Go on a walk until I’m ready to talk to you. Beating on the fucking door will only make me more angry. You know that. -she bites her lip and adds, a gentler tone to her voice- and please stop crying..

Oh, is that so? If you’re worried about it ever not having an effect on me, I can promise you that will never happen. Regardless, you’ve mastered the art of getting me hot without using any words anyways. –Miriam smiles as you kiss her and she squeezes your hand.- I love you, too. No matter how weird you claim yourself to be, you’ll always be my Lisbeth. –Miriam never intended to irritate you with the kitten. Everything she said was in good jest. However, she takes full responsibility, even if she does get tired of having to apologize so often. In reality, she’s scared that eventually you won’t love her anymore. It’s frightening that you can simply shut down and pretend she doesn’t exist.- I’m certain it’s nothing personal, Lisbeth. Perhaps he’s just afraid to trust an abundance of people. Look how young he looks. What’s that term used when they become attached to one person? Imprinting? Maybe I’m the first human he’s seen in a while. –Miriam rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s three seconds away from exploding. And she’s never exploded in front of you- yet. There’s a shortness in your tone that’s driving her off that dangerous edge though.- Consider it “let go” of then. But then maybe consider the fact that I was joking as well. –Miriam DOES know that her insistent knocking on the door will stir your anger up more. Honestly, though, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s losing her charm when it comes coaxing you out of these moods. Frankly, it’s beyond damn tiring. She wipes the tears from her eyes in a hurry and gently puts the kitten down. Still clad in her jacket, she grabs her keys and heads for her car again. She hates feeling like she’s abandoning you, but she needs time for herself. She drives around everywhere, until she’s miles away from the apartment. She has no clear goal for a destination, however that doesn’t deter her. Four hours later, and she finally arrives back at the apartment. She opens the door and braces herself for what will ensue. A loud fight perhaps? You kicking her out? Or the worst possibility imaginable- your silence.-

-Lisbeth grins and raises an eyebrow at you- I can get you hot with a LOOK, Miriam. I can get you hot without even being in the same building..I like that. I like to be your Lisbeth, because you’re my Mimmi. -A part of Lisbeth DOES wish you’d blow up at her. You’re so passive aggressive that it’s infuriating. Just once she’d love to have a screaming match with you, just to hear how you REALLY feel. She snorts and asks scornfully- Imprinting? were you reading Twilight again? -She raises an eyebrow and actually looks up from her computer as you get an attitude with her, that rarely happens. If ever.- We were both joking, but it was a misunderstanding. -She says, her voice made of pure ice, her eyes narrowed angrily. She sighs as she listens to you leave, surprised. You usually stay around…and once, you took the door off of the hinges just to hold her! Perhaps it’s a step in some direction, that you actually don’t want to be around her when she’s this angry. She knows she’s been a cunt lately…and a part of it is because everything is going so well. She knows you’ll eventually leave her, so she’s trying to sabotage it. But she knows she would absolutely die if you ever left for good. By the time you get home, she’s un- barricaded herself from the tiny bathroom. She’s in her bathrobe, sitting on the ground and petting the tiny kitten who is sitting on her lap. She looks up at you shyly and gives you a small smile- He warmed up to me..

Mhm, you certainly do get me hot at any given moment of the day. The mere thought of you is enough to turn me into an animal. Which is why it’s so unfair that you hate the thought of me taking care of myself, even if you’re not around. If you’d only let me share those tales, I think you’d change your opinion. –Miriam likes that you call her yours. It gives her validation that you plan to stick by her side for a very long period of time. As difficult as it is, Miriam manages to refrain from ever getting in a screaming match with you- and for good reasons. If you knew the feelings she had sometimes, you’d take them all wrong and then the battle would only escalate. It’s not worth the risk of things being said that neither of you would be able to retract afterwards. Miriam curls her fist up, trying to cool her building annoyance.- Actually, imprinting is a term studied in psychology. But since you didn’t go to college and don’t know what the courses are, I wouldn’t expect you to know that either. –Miriam shakes her head and laughs bitterly.- It’s ALWAYS a misunderstanding. I could ask you what you’d like for dinner and that could lead to a “misunderstanding.” –A large part of Miriam feels extremely guilty for leaving. Honestly though, she doesn’t really know what’s best to do in these situations before. Sometimes we she just holds you and tells you she loves you, it works in calming you down. Other times, it only makes the situation worse. And she can never read what effect it will have. Really, she’s just exhausted. Not from you per say, but rather all the fighting. When she returns home, she’s surprised to find you out in the open, playing with the kitten. When you smile at her, she can’t resist offering you a small one in return. She takes off her jacket and leans down to pet the kitten.- I told you he was a nice little guy. –After that simple sentence, she’s not sure how to respond. She can feel you eyeing her curiously, but she stays silent.-

I just think that the longer you hold on to that horny feeling, the more energy you bring home to your girlfriend! I think it’s selfish that you take care of yourself when i’m not around! -She bites her lip, glad that when she turns to go to the bathroom you can’t see the tears that are filling her eyes. She pushes them back, refusing to ever cry again in front of you. When you return home she glances down at the cat again and says quietly- I am…sorry…that I’m so difficult. I don’t mean to always fight with you. But i’m not as bitchy as you portray me to be. -She looks down and pets the kitten again- But just because I didn’t go to college doesn’t mean I’m stupid, alright? I’m not a fucking idiot. I may not have chosen higher education, or even secondary school, but I could run this country if I wanted to. Or do you believe the reports that have followed me my whole life? DO you actually believe that I am insane? -She pushes the kitty softly off of her lap and stands up to try and obtain eye contact- If you think I’m dumb..if you think I’m even retarded, then you can leave. Get out of my house, if that is how you feel.

But I wouldn’t mind if you took care of yourself! That image is as hot as fuck to me. How does it not turn you on that I touch myself while thinking about you? Baby, trust me, I store plenty of energy for you. I have excellent stamina. –Miriam sits with her eyes downcast as you apologize. She’s so tired of being sorry, of you being sorry. She feels like the biggest bitch in the world, but a part of her doesn’t want to accept your apology. How long before it’s something else? How long before she ticks you off again? Next week? The next day? The next hour? However, it’s not that easy. She knows you. Sorry isn’t a light word for you, even if it has been said a lot lately. Deep down, she knows that you honestly are sorry. You hate fighting just as much as she does.- It’s never my intention to portray you as a bitch, Lisbeth. I…you…everything is stepping ground for a fight. I could say anything, and if you’re in the wrong mood, you’ll find something wrong with it. –Her heart breaks when she can hear the hurt in your voice. She NEVER meant to insult you or imply that you were beneath her just because you took a different road of education.- I’m sorry. For the jab about college. I don’t even know why I said that, it’s a completely irrelevant point that holds no grounds. And of course, I don’t think you’re insane. This has nothing to do with your past. This has to do with the way you treat ME. –Miriam stands up to, anger raising again.- See, THIS is exactly what I’m talking about! You just blow up at me. I never said any of those things, I never even suggested them! Oh, so it’s just YOUR house now? Well, it’s good to know how you really feel. –Now it’s her turn to be hurt.-

But I would rather I take care of you than you take care of you! Being the one to give you the physical pleasure myself is what turns me on. You’re so odd, Miriam Wu! -She watches you closely, trying to read your face. It took her four hours to gather the guts to apologize to you, not an easy feat. She tries SO hard to not become angry with you, but some days it’s almost as if you’re TRYING to press her buttons. This is just what a relationship is. There’s the honeymoon phase, when you’re happy all of the time. And then that fades and you fight constantly as you try to figure each other out before settling into a routine and being happy again. You two are in the fighting stage. She hates that, she wants to go back to being happy with you. She looks at her feet as you reject her apology, her face flushing red with anger- I am not..I’m not the only one who becomes irritated around here.. -she says softly, her hands in fists as she tries to remain calm. It took a lot to apologize, and you’ve waved it away- You get irritated with me just as easily.. Don’t make me out to be the only bad guy here. We were both wrong. -she shrugs and looks away from you completely- Perhaps you said it because deep down you feel intellectually superior to me? -She raises her sad eyes- And what about how you treat me? You make your jokes with complete disregard to my feelings, you flirt with other women at the bar right in front of me..and now we’re fighting because a kitten hissed at me and you jumped down my throat.  -She crosses her arms over her chest and shrinks back as you raise your voice at her. She responds, even quieter- I didn’t blow up. I was stating my feelings. -Her hands are shaking as she takes a step back so that she’s out of your swinging range, just in case she pushes you that far- I mispoke. Do you want to know how I really feel, Mimmi? You are driving me insane, THAT is how I feel. I love you more than ANYTHING  but I can’t show you that because we’re always fighting! How do we fix it? -she looks up with pleading eyes- I don’t want to lose you..

You sound so dominating when you talk like that. Like you own my body. I love that! Do you forbid me from touching myself then, love? I’ve been very good about not telling you when I do, anyways. –Miriam WANTS to accept your apology, but the four hours a part hadn’t cooled her off nearly as much as she’d like. She wants to stay by herself tonight, because she can sense that another fight is brewing. However, if she knows that if she walked out the door right now, you’d discard her forever. It’s clear how angry you still are by the way your body tenses and your fists clutch together. The look on your face is one of an eerie calm that’s just waiting to explode- Admittedly, I have my moments. But I don’t blow it up like you do! You run away, or give me clipped comments that drive me insane. We can never just argue for a tad then move on. Oh no, there always has to be tension present for hours afterwards. Sometimes, even days! –Miriam catches herself mid rant. She knows that she’s digging the wounds dipper, but she can’t stop for some reason. These are thoughts that have been boiling up inside her.- I love you Lisbeth. And I know that I’m far from a perfect angel. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve ever caused. I really am. I don’t feel superior to you in anyway. If I thought you were insane and dumb, why would I be so in love with you? Don’t you think my opinion of you is a little higher than that? I swear, you commit everything I say in anger, but forget everything I say at other times. –Her annoyance level bubbles to the surface again.- Don’t be absurd! WHEN do I flirt with other women? I never do that- whether you’re there or not! If I’m so terrible to you, then why are you even with me? You act like I don’t love you. –Her eyes fill with sadness when you take a step back. Do you really think she’d hit you? If that’s the truth, then the relationship is in even worse trouble than she realized. Her anger evaporates when you reveal your true feelings.- I love you too, baby. I love you more than anyone else in my life- past or present. The reason I get so angry is because I do care. I’m angry, because I don’t know how to fix it. Whatever we do, we can’t keep fighting like this. It’s not healthy for either of us…I’m tired of making you so unhappy. I want you to smile again.

I thought we had already discussed this? I DO own your body, thats non-negotiable. -she’s beyond tired of fighting with you. If she knew you wanted to walk out right now, she’d actually encourage it. She flexes her hands as she says softly- right. It’s always me. I’m the freak, I’m the one who isn’t wired correctly. I’m sorry that I make your life so hard.. -she turns away from you, but instead of locking herself in the bathroom again, she simply sits on the couch and turns on the tv. She is over this argument. You can do whatever the fuck you want, she doesn’t care. As your anger starts to rise she ignores it, unwilling to take the bait.- I’m tired, Mimmi. I don’t want to fight anymore. -but as your eyes soften she stands up slowly, watching your every move- I love you. We fight because we’re different people with opinions and I’m fucked in the head, but I ALWAYS love you. -she crosses the room again quickly and cups your face, kissing you roughly. It’s the only way she knows to end an argument with you-

-Miriam shakes her head, wishing this was all a terrible dream. You’re both strong women; hence your arguments are always huge blow outs. She can sense that you’re trying to cool off like she is. However, the tension is still eligible for heightening.- It’s like you only hear what you want to hear. I’m tired of you spinning my words around. I can never tell you my feelings without you claiming I’m insulting you underhandedly. –As you relax on the couch, Miriam’s anger boils to passiveness. You’re over the argument and most likely resorting to pretend that she doesn’t even exist. She’s so over that happening. She REFUSES to cry ever again about this, especially when it makes no difference to you.- Do you really want me to go? I have a friend who wouldn’t mind me staying over there for a bit. If that’s what you really wanted. –She manages a small smile when you walk over to her. She’s not really mad anymore about what happened. She’s just mad that she knows it will happen again. Eventually, you’re going to hate her when her emotions take over and she says a terrible thing.- I love you too, which is why I hate fighting with you. We hurt each other when we fight. I feel like all I’ve done is made you unhappy. –Miriam tugs at your hair, pulling you closer to her, and continuing to kiss you passionately. She groans when you bite her lip and tugs on your hair a little harder. Her anger, though perhaps not disappeared, has taken a back seat to her need to be with you. She pulls off your bath robe and moans when she sees that you have nothing on underneath.-

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-With a few weeks of living together under your belt, Lisbeth is becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. She’s working on her computer when you get home from school, and she gives you a small smile- hey hey..

-The last two weeks have been bliss to…

-Lisbeth tries to not get into her weird moods around you. If she does, she locks herself in her room until it passes. She loves you more than anything and just wants you to be happy living with her. As you turn away from her, she stands up slightly- Mimmi? What are you hiding? -she crosses the room and peaks around your elbow, her eyes lighting up immediately- Whoa! Is that dryer lint moving?

-Miriam has been doing her absolute best to be understanding when she can feel you distancing yourself. Regardless of what may happen, she knows for a certainty that you love her deeply, and that knowledge always succeeds in guiding her through the rough patches. When you inquire about the mysterious object she’s cradling in her hands, she gives you a small smile and attempts to turn away. However, once the kitten whines, she knows there’s no use. She rolls her eyes at your guess.- Really? Since when do I smuggle dryer lint home from college? –She exposes the young, bewildered kitten to you.- Isn’t he adorable? I was thinking we could keep him…. –The cat fixes his small, blue eyes on you, and almost immediately a hiss escapes his tiny mouth.-

-Lisbeth catches your elbow to keep you from turning away from her any more, and shrugs- I didn’t go to college, I don’t know what the fuck you do in your science class. Let me see! -her already wide eyes double and she immediately reaches for the kitten- oh he’s not half bad…he may actually..hey! -she gives him an offended look and pulls her hands away immediately as he hisses at her. She glances at you and back at him- what the fuck was that for?!

-Miriam shakes her head at you playfully.- That WOULD be a valid point, Lisbeth, if I actually attended a science course. At this point, I’m not even certain you know what I’m going to college for anymore. You appear to only obtain information if cunnilingus is the reward for listening. –The smirk playing on her lips lets you know that her words are all said in jest. She would never get angry at you for not remembering frivolous details, which others may deem important. When the cat hisses at you, Miriam frowns.- Did you hurt him? He’s a perfectly nice fella, he basically ran into my arms when I encountered him on the street. You must’ve scared him! Poor thing…-Gingerly, she holds the cat up to her face and mimics baby voices as she addresses the frazzled creature.- Are you okay baby? Did Lisbeth scare you? It’s alright, momma is here. –She pets his fur and cuddles him close to her chest.-

-Lisbeth pouts immediately- just because I don’t have each individual course memorized doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention, Wu. You’re majoring in Sociology, though, if you need the validation. -she turns the offended look on you- how would I hurt him, I wasn’t even touching him before the psycho started hissing! -she pulls away from you, making an annoyed and disgusted face as you start the baby talk- and today will go down in history as the day that Lisbeth Salander’s sex drive died.

-Miriam smiles softly and offers you a sly wink.- You’re beyond adorable when you pout. –She leans over to give you a soft kiss on your lips.- Mmm, I’m not naïve. You pick up on a lot of things that you don’t let on. I’m the clueless one, Salander. Your mind is a secret void I have very limited access to.  –Miriam frowns immediately and scolds you.- Calling him psycho isn’t very welcoming! He probably hissed at you, because he can sense you’re not thrilled by his presence. However, seeing as he’s our new baby, I hope that mindset changes. –She’s so captured in the new feline that she barely registers your disapproving expressions. However, she shoots you a light glare at the comment.- You’re just ticked, because I’m usually naked by this time of day. Only a couple days ago, you were claiming to not be opposed to children, yet you can’t handle me showing a cat some affection. I think you’re jealous, Froken Salander. –She raises an eyebrow at you.-

I know. -she says with a small smile as she kisses you back softly. Shrugging, she wraps her arms around your waist- you have more access than anyone else on this planet. Be grateful for that. -she frowns and pulls away from you, crossing her arms- you think I’m heartless. I was actually very excited to see the kitten, I love them. I barely looked at him and he hissed at me. Will it be my fault for sitting too close to him when he scratches me? -she crosses the room and resumes her seat at her desk, having lost interest in you already- I’m a creature of habit, Wu, but not a monster. I’m no more jealous of that thing than you are of my computer, I was merely stating the baby talk would’ve killed my sex drive. -her eyes widen as you throw the conversation of her having children in her face and she sets her jaw- you think I wouldn’t treat a child differently than a stray kitten? Perhaps if you have these negative, preconceived notions already its a bad idea? -she angrily pushes away from her desk and storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, sulking. Her greatest fear is having someone laugh at her feelings, and you’re already taunting her-

 

-Miriam leans into your body as you wrap an arm around her and smiles.- I am grateful. The other night I even managed to get you to engage in some dirty talk. I don’t take any of my accomplishments for granted! However, I wouldn’t even attempt to change you for a second, Salander. I love your mysterious side. –She sighs internally as you step away. She should have known better. You’re already sensitive on a regular basis, but this particular time of month seems to always have you particularly on edge…or so she’s noticed.- Don’t be ridiculous, baby! He doesn’t have a vendetta against you. Consider what he may have gone through only hours ago! For all we know, he could’ve been mistreated by whoever owned him. –She looks down sadly at the kitten and strokes his fur. She tries to hold in her aggravation as you storm away. Usually, she’s perfectly kind and understanding when you get pissed off. However, she has to wonder how many times this will happen. It seems everything she says lately is stepping ground for a fight.- Baby, I’ve NEVER even implied that you were a monster. You know that I don’t think that! I love you. And of course I’m a little jealous of anything that captivates your attention and doesn’t involve me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, I am a little offended that the first time your sex drive died you were in my presence! –When she sees the anger vividly displayed on your face, she knows light joking won’t weave her out of this mess. The hurt in your voice is easy to detect, and it makes her feel like the biggest bitch in the world.- Lisbeth, I didn’t mean that and.. –Before she can finish her explanation, you’ve already locked yourself away. Miriam knows you, and therefore she’s fully aware how hurtful her comment on children affected you. With a lump forming in her throat, she stands by the bathroom door and knocks lightly.- Baby, are you okay? Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry…-The pain she’s feeling is evident in her tone of voice. She keeps tapping on the door lightly, gently pleading for you to open it. She starts to cry when she realizes that she’s hurt your feelings.-

I don’t mind the dirty talk, babe. I just like to keep it special, I don’t want you to get used to it. -She kisses your cheek and says quietly- and I love you. All sides of you. -She’s only moody around this time of the month when Bjurman’s report is due. He posts first to the board and then to Lisbeth, and it’s always irritating to be reminded that he exists. She doesn’t mean to take it out on you…but you were being annoying with the cat. She didn’t do anything to the fucker.- But he’s letting you hold him just fine. If I was a writer, I could use him as symbolism for how all of society regards me. -She makes a face as she reiterates- Again, I said it was the baby talk that killed it. I was joking, jesus christ. Let it go. -She puts her face in her hands as she listens to your pleading. Honestly, she wants you to just go away. Not forever, of course, but until she’s at least calmed down. Living with you is a lot harder than Lisbeth anticipated it being. She sighs and mutters- Just go away, Mimmi. Go on a walk until I’m ready to talk to you. Beating on the fucking door will only make me more angry. You know that. -she bites her lip and adds, a gentler tone to her voice- and please stop crying..

Oh, is that so? If you’re worried about it ever not having an effect on me, I can promise you that will never happen. Regardless, you’ve mastered the art of getting me hot without using any words anyways. –Miriam smiles as you kiss her and she squeezes your hand.- I love you, too. No matter how weird you claim yourself to be, you’ll always be my Lisbeth. –Miriam never intended to irritate you with the kitten. Everything she said was in good jest. However, she takes full responsibility, even if she does get tired of having to apologize so often. In reality, she’s scared that eventually you won’t love her anymore. It’s frightening that you can simply shut down and pretend she doesn’t exist.- I’m certain it’s nothing personal, Lisbeth. Perhaps he’s just afraid to trust an abundance of people. Look how young he looks. What’s that term used when they become attached to one person? Imprinting? Maybe I’m the first human he’s seen in a while. –Miriam rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s three seconds away from exploding. And she’s never exploded in front of you- yet. There’s a shortness in your tone that’s driving her off that dangerous edge though.- Consider it “let go” of then. But then maybe consider the fact that I was joking as well. –Miriam DOES know that her insistent knocking on the door will stir your anger up more. Honestly, though, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s losing her charm when it comes coaxing you out of these moods. Frankly, it’s beyond damn tiring. She wipes the tears from her eyes in a hurry and gently puts the kitten down. Still clad in her jacket, she grabs her keys and heads for her car again. She hates feeling like she’s abandoning you, but she needs time for herself. She drives around everywhere, until she’s miles away from the apartment. She has no clear goal for a destination, however that doesn’t deter her. Four hours later, and she finally arrives back at the apartment. She opens the door and braces herself for what will ensue. A loud fight perhaps? You kicking her out? Or the worst possibility imaginable- your silence.-

-Lisbeth grins and raises an eyebrow at you- I can get you hot with a LOOK, Miriam. I can get you hot without even being in the same building..I like that. I like to be your Lisbeth, because you’re my Mimmi. -A part of Lisbeth DOES wish you’d blow up at her. You’re so passive aggressive that it’s infuriating. Just once she’d love to have a screaming match with you, just to hear how you REALLY feel. She snorts and asks scornfully- Imprinting? were you reading Twilight again? -She raises an eyebrow and actually looks up from her computer as you get an attitude with her, that rarely happens. If ever.- We were both joking, but it was a misunderstanding. -She says, her voice made of pure ice, her eyes narrowed angrily. She sighs as she listens to you leave, surprised. You usually stay around…and once, you took the door off of the hinges just to hold her! Perhaps it’s a step in some direction, that you actually don’t want to be around her when she’s this angry. She knows she’s been a cunt lately…and a part of it is because everything is going so well. She knows you’ll eventually leave her, so she’s trying to sabotage it. But she knows she would absolutely die if you ever left for good. By the time you get home, she’s un- barricaded herself from the tiny bathroom. She’s in her bathrobe, sitting on the ground and petting the tiny kitten who is sitting on her lap. She looks up at you shyly and gives you a small smile- He warmed up to me..

Mhm, you certainly do get me hot at any given moment of the day. The mere thought of you is enough to turn me into an animal. Which is why it’s so unfair that you hate the thought of me taking care of myself, even if you’re not around. If you’d only let me share those tales, I think you’d change your opinion. –Miriam likes that you call her yours. It gives her validation that you plan to stick by her side for a very long period of time. As difficult as it is, Miriam manages to refrain from ever getting in a screaming match with you- and for good reasons. If you knew the feelings she had sometimes, you’d take them all wrong and then the battle would only escalate. It’s not worth the risk of things being said that neither of you would be able to retract afterwards. Miriam curls her fist up, trying to cool her building annoyance.- Actually, imprinting is a term studied in psychology. But since you didn’t go to college and don’t know what the courses are, I wouldn’t expect you to know that either. –Miriam shakes her head and laughs bitterly.- It’s ALWAYS a misunderstanding. I could ask you what you’d like for dinner and that could lead to a “misunderstanding.” –A large part of Miriam feels extremely guilty for leaving. Honestly though, she doesn’t really know what’s best to do in these situations before. Sometimes we she just holds you and tells you she loves you, it works in calming you down. Other times, it only makes the situation worse. And she can never read what effect it will have. Really, she’s just exhausted. Not from you per say, but rather all the fighting. When she returns home, she’s surprised to find you out in the open, playing with the kitten. When you smile at her, she can’t resist offering you a small one in return. She takes off her jacket and leans down to pet the kitten.- I told you he was a nice little guy. –After that simple sentence, she’s not sure how to respond. She can feel you eyeing her curiously, but she stays silent.-

I just think that the longer you hold on to that horny feeling, the more energy you bring home to your girlfriend! I think it’s selfish that you take care of yourself when i’m not around! -She bites her lip, glad that when she turns to go to the bathroom you can’t see the tears that are filling her eyes. She pushes them back, refusing to ever cry again in front of you. When you return home she glances down at the cat again and says quietly- I am…sorry…that I’m so difficult. I don’t mean to always fight with you. But i’m not as bitchy as you portray me to be. -She looks down and pets the kitten again- But just because I didn’t go to college doesn’t mean I’m stupid, alright? I’m not a fucking idiot. I may not have chosen higher education, or even secondary school, but I could run this country if I wanted to. Or do you believe the reports that have followed me my whole life? DO you actually believe that I am insane? -She pushes the kitty softly off of her lap and stands up to try and obtain eye contact- If you think I’m dumb..if you think I’m even retarded, then you can leave. Get out of my house, if that is how you feel.

But I wouldn’t mind if you took care of yourself! That image is as hot as fuck to me. How does it not turn you on that I touch myself while thinking about you? Baby, trust me, I store plenty of energy for you. I have excellent stamina. –Miriam sits with her eyes downcast as you apologize. She’s so tired of being sorry, of you being sorry. She feels like the biggest bitch in the world, but a part of her doesn’t want to accept your apology. How long before it’s something else? How long before she ticks you off again? Next week? The next day? The next hour? However, it’s not that easy. She knows you. Sorry isn’t a light word for you, even if it has been said a lot lately. Deep down, she knows that you honestly are sorry. You hate fighting just as much as she does.- It’s never my intention to portray you as a bitch, Lisbeth. I…you…everything is stepping ground for a fight. I could say anything, and if you’re in the wrong mood, you’ll find something wrong with it. –Her heart breaks when she can hear the hurt in your voice. She NEVER meant to insult you or imply that you were beneath her just because you took a different road of education.- I’m sorry. For the jab about college. I don’t even know why I said that, it’s a completely irrelevant point that holds no grounds. And of course, I don’t think you’re insane. This has nothing to do with your past. This has to do with the way you treat ME. –Miriam stands up to, anger raising again.- See, THIS is exactly what I’m talking about! You just blow up at me. I never said any of those things, I never even suggested them! Oh, so it’s just YOUR house now? Well, it’s good to know how you really feel. –Now it’s her turn to be hurt.-

But I would rather I take care of you than you take care of you! Being the one to give you the physical pleasure myself is what turns me on. You’re so odd, Miriam Wu! -She watches you closely, trying to read your face. It took her four hours to gather the guts to apologize to you, not an easy feat. She tries SO hard to not become angry with you, but some days it’s almost as if you’re TRYING to press her buttons. This is just what a relationship is. There’s the honeymoon phase, when you’re happy all of the time. And then that fades and you fight constantly as you try to figure each other out before settling into a routine and being happy again. You two are in the fighting stage. She hates that, she wants to go back to being happy with you. She looks at her feet as you reject her apology, her face flushing red with anger- I am not..I’m not the only one who becomes irritated around here.. -she says softly, her hands in fists as she tries to remain calm. It took a lot to apologize, and you’ve waved it away- You get irritated with me just as easily.. Don’t make me out to be the only bad guy here. We were both wrong. -she shrugs and looks away from you completely- Perhaps you said it because deep down you feel intellectually superior to me? -She raises her sad eyes- And what about how you treat me? You make your jokes with complete disregard to my feelings, you flirt with other women at the bar right in front of me..and now we’re fighting because a kitten hissed at me and you jumped down my throat.  -She crosses her arms over her chest and shrinks back as you raise your voice at her. She responds, even quieter- I didn’t blow up. I was stating my feelings. -Her hands are shaking as she takes a step back so that she’s out of your swinging range, just in case she pushes you that far- I mispoke. Do you want to know how I really feel, Mimmi? You are driving me insane, THAT is how I feel. I love you more than ANYTHING  but I can’t show you that because we’re always fighting! How do we fix it? -she looks up with pleading eyes- I don’t want to lose you..

You sound so dominating when you talk like that. Like you own my body. I love that! Do you forbid me from touching myself then, love? I’ve been very good about not telling you when I do, anyways. –Miriam WANTS to accept your apology, but the four hours a part hadn’t cooled her off nearly as much as she’d like. She wants to stay by herself tonight, because she can sense that another fight is brewing. However, if she knows that if she walked out the door right now, you’d discard her forever. It’s clear how angry you still are by the way your body tenses and your fists clutch together. The look on your face is one of an eerie calm that’s just waiting to explode- Admittedly, I have my moments. But I don’t blow it up like you do! You run away, or give me clipped comments that drive me insane. We can never just argue for a tad then move on. Oh no, there always has to be tension present for hours afterwards. Sometimes, even days! –Miriam catches herself mid rant. She knows that she’s digging the wounds dipper, but she can’t stop for some reason. These are thoughts that have been boiling up inside her.- I love you Lisbeth. And I know that I’m far from a perfect angel. I’m sorry for any pain I’ve ever caused. I really am. I don’t feel superior to you in anyway. If I thought you were insane and dumb, why would I be so in love with you? Don’t you think my opinion of you is a little higher than that? I swear, you commit everything I say in anger, but forget everything I say at other times. –Her annoyance level bubbles to the surface again.- Don’t be absurd! WHEN do I flirt with other women? I never do that- whether you’re there or not! If I’m so terrible to you, then why are you even with me? You act like I don’t love you. –Her eyes fill with sadness when you take a step back. Do you really think she’d hit you? If that’s the truth, then the relationship is in even worse trouble than she realized. Her anger evaporates when you reveal your true feelings.- I love you too, baby. I love you more than anyone else in my life- past or present. The reason I get so angry is because I do care. I’m angry, because I don’t know how to fix it. Whatever we do, we can’t keep fighting like this. It’s not healthy for either of us…I’m tired of making you so unhappy. I want you to smile again.

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-With a few weeks of living together under your belt, Lisbeth is becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. She’s working on her computer when you get home from school, and she gives you a small smile- hey hey..

-The last two weeks have been bliss to…

-Lisbeth tries to not get into her weird moods around you. If she does, she locks herself in her room until it passes. She loves you more than anything and just wants you to be happy living with her. As you turn away from her, she stands up slightly- Mimmi? What are you hiding? -she crosses the room and peaks around your elbow, her eyes lighting up immediately- Whoa! Is that dryer lint moving?

-Miriam has been doing her absolute best to be understanding when she can feel you distancing yourself. Regardless of what may happen, she knows for a certainty that you love her deeply, and that knowledge always succeeds in guiding her through the rough patches. When you inquire about the mysterious object she’s cradling in her hands, she gives you a small smile and attempts to turn away. However, once the kitten whines, she knows there’s no use. She rolls her eyes at your guess.- Really? Since when do I smuggle dryer lint home from college? –She exposes the young, bewildered kitten to you.- Isn’t he adorable? I was thinking we could keep him…. –The cat fixes his small, blue eyes on you, and almost immediately a hiss escapes his tiny mouth.-

-Lisbeth catches your elbow to keep you from turning away from her any more, and shrugs- I didn’t go to college, I don’t know what the fuck you do in your science class. Let me see! -her already wide eyes double and she immediately reaches for the kitten- oh he’s not half bad…he may actually..hey! -she gives him an offended look and pulls her hands away immediately as he hisses at her. She glances at you and back at him- what the fuck was that for?!

-Miriam shakes her head at you playfully.- That WOULD be a valid point, Lisbeth, if I actually attended a science course. At this point, I’m not even certain you know what I’m going to college for anymore. You appear to only obtain information if cunnilingus is the reward for listening. –The smirk playing on her lips lets you know that her words are all said in jest. She would never get angry at you for not remembering frivolous details, which others may deem important. When the cat hisses at you, Miriam frowns.- Did you hurt him? He’s a perfectly nice fella, he basically ran into my arms when I encountered him on the street. You must’ve scared him! Poor thing…-Gingerly, she holds the cat up to her face and mimics baby voices as she addresses the frazzled creature.- Are you okay baby? Did Lisbeth scare you? It’s alright, momma is here. –She pets his fur and cuddles him close to her chest.-

-Lisbeth pouts immediately- just because I don’t have each individual course memorized doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention, Wu. You’re majoring in Sociology, though, if you need the validation. -she turns the offended look on you- how would I hurt him, I wasn’t even touching him before the psycho started hissing! -she pulls away from you, making an annoyed and disgusted face as you start the baby talk- and today will go down in history as the day that Lisbeth Salander’s sex drive died.

-Miriam smiles softly and offers you a sly wink.- You’re beyond adorable when you pout. –She leans over to give you a soft kiss on your lips.- Mmm, I’m not naïve. You pick up on a lot of things that you don’t let on. I’m the clueless one, Salander. Your mind is a secret void I have very limited access to.  –Miriam frowns immediately and scolds you.- Calling him psycho isn’t very welcoming! He probably hissed at you, because he can sense you’re not thrilled by his presence. However, seeing as he’s our new baby, I hope that mindset changes. –She’s so captured in the new feline that she barely registers your disapproving expressions. However, she shoots you a light glare at the comment.- You’re just ticked, because I’m usually naked by this time of day. Only a couple days ago, you were claiming to not be opposed to children, yet you can’t handle me showing a cat some affection. I think you’re jealous, Froken Salander. –She raises an eyebrow at you.-

I know. -she says with a small smile as she kisses you back softly. Shrugging, she wraps her arms around your waist- you have more access than anyone else on this planet. Be grateful for that. -she frowns and pulls away from you, crossing her arms- you think I’m heartless. I was actually very excited to see the kitten, I love them. I barely looked at him and he hissed at me. Will it be my fault for sitting too close to him when he scratches me? -she crosses the room and resumes her seat at her desk, having lost interest in you already- I’m a creature of habit, Wu, but not a monster. I’m no more jealous of that thing than you are of my computer, I was merely stating the baby talk would’ve killed my sex drive. -her eyes widen as you throw the conversation of her having children in her face and she sets her jaw- you think I wouldn’t treat a child differently than a stray kitten? Perhaps if you have these negative, preconceived notions already its a bad idea? -she angrily pushes away from her desk and storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, sulking. Her greatest fear is having someone laugh at her feelings, and you’re already taunting her-

 

-Miriam leans into your body as you wrap an arm around her and smiles.- I am grateful. The other night I even managed to get you to engage in some dirty talk. I don’t take any of my accomplishments for granted! However, I wouldn’t even attempt to change you for a second, Salander. I love your mysterious side. –She sighs internally as you step away. She should have known better. You’re already sensitive on a regular basis, but this particular time of month seems to always have you particularly on edge…or so she’s noticed.- Don’t be ridiculous, baby! He doesn’t have a vendetta against you. Consider what he may have gone through only hours ago! For all we know, he could’ve been mistreated by whoever owned him. –She looks down sadly at the kitten and strokes his fur. She tries to hold in her aggravation as you storm away. Usually, she’s perfectly kind and understanding when you get pissed off. However, she has to wonder how many times this will happen. It seems everything she says lately is stepping ground for a fight.- Baby, I’ve NEVER even implied that you were a monster. You know that I don’t think that! I love you. And of course I’m a little jealous of anything that captivates your attention and doesn’t involve me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, I am a little offended that the first time your sex drive died you were in my presence! –When she sees the anger vividly displayed on your face, she knows light joking won’t weave her out of this mess. The hurt in your voice is easy to detect, and it makes her feel like the biggest bitch in the world.- Lisbeth, I didn’t mean that and.. –Before she can finish her explanation, you’ve already locked yourself away. Miriam knows you, and therefore she’s fully aware how hurtful her comment on children affected you. With a lump forming in her throat, she stands by the bathroom door and knocks lightly.- Baby, are you okay? Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry…-The pain she’s feeling is evident in her tone of voice. She keeps tapping on the door lightly, gently pleading for you to open it. She starts to cry when she realizes that she’s hurt your feelings.-

I don’t mind the dirty talk, babe. I just like to keep it special, I don’t want you to get used to it. -She kisses your cheek and says quietly- and I love you. All sides of you. -She’s only moody around this time of the month when Bjurman’s report is due. He posts first to the board and then to Lisbeth, and it’s always irritating to be reminded that he exists. She doesn’t mean to take it out on you…but you were being annoying with the cat. She didn’t do anything to the fucker.- But he’s letting you hold him just fine. If I was a writer, I could use him as symbolism for how all of society regards me. -She makes a face as she reiterates- Again, I said it was the baby talk that killed it. I was joking, jesus christ. Let it go. -She puts her face in her hands as she listens to your pleading. Honestly, she wants you to just go away. Not forever, of course, but until she’s at least calmed down. Living with you is a lot harder than Lisbeth anticipated it being. She sighs and mutters- Just go away, Mimmi. Go on a walk until I’m ready to talk to you. Beating on the fucking door will only make me more angry. You know that. -she bites her lip and adds, a gentler tone to her voice- and please stop crying..

Oh, is that so? If you’re worried about it ever not having an effect on me, I can promise you that will never happen. Regardless, you’ve mastered the art of getting me hot without using any words anyways. –Miriam smiles as you kiss her and she squeezes your hand.- I love you, too. No matter how weird you claim yourself to be, you’ll always be my Lisbeth. –Miriam never intended to irritate you with the kitten. Everything she said was in good jest. However, she takes full responsibility, even if she does get tired of having to apologize so often. In reality, she’s scared that eventually you won’t love her anymore. It’s frightening that you can simply shut down and pretend she doesn’t exist.- I’m certain it’s nothing personal, Lisbeth. Perhaps he’s just afraid to trust an abundance of people. Look how young he looks. What’s that term used when they become attached to one person? Imprinting? Maybe I’m the first human he’s seen in a while. –Miriam rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s three seconds away from exploding. And she’s never exploded in front of you- yet. There’s a shortness in your tone that’s driving her off that dangerous edge though.- Consider it “let go” of then. But then maybe consider the fact that I was joking as well. –Miriam DOES know that her insistent knocking on the door will stir your anger up more. Honestly, though, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s losing her charm when it comes coaxing you out of these moods. Frankly, it’s beyond damn tiring. She wipes the tears from her eyes in a hurry and gently puts the kitten down. Still clad in her jacket, she grabs her keys and heads for her car again. She hates feeling like she’s abandoning you, but she needs time for herself. She drives around everywhere, until she’s miles away from the apartment. She has no clear goal for a destination, however that doesn’t deter her. Four hours later, and she finally arrives back at the apartment. She opens the door and braces herself for what will ensue. A loud fight perhaps? You kicking her out? Or the worst possibility imaginable- your silence.-

-Lisbeth grins and raises an eyebrow at you- I can get you hot with a LOOK, Miriam. I can get you hot without even being in the same building..I like that. I like to be your Lisbeth, because you’re my Mimmi. -A part of Lisbeth DOES wish you’d blow up at her. You’re so passive aggressive that it’s infuriating. Just once she’d love to have a screaming match with you, just to hear how you REALLY feel. She snorts and asks scornfully- Imprinting? were you reading Twilight again? -She raises an eyebrow and actually looks up from her computer as you get an attitude with her, that rarely happens. If ever.- We were both joking, but it was a misunderstanding. -She says, her voice made of pure ice, her eyes narrowed angrily. She sighs as she listens to you leave, surprised. You usually stay around…and once, you took the door off of the hinges just to hold her! Perhaps it’s a step in some direction, that you actually don’t want to be around her when she’s this angry. She knows she’s been a cunt lately…and a part of it is because everything is going so well. She knows you’ll eventually leave her, so she’s trying to sabotage it. But she knows she would absolutely die if you ever left for good. By the time you get home, she’s un- barricaded herself from the tiny bathroom. She’s in her bathrobe, sitting on the ground and petting the tiny kitten who is sitting on her lap. She looks up at you shyly and gives you a small smile- He warmed up to me..

Mhm, you certainly do get me hot at any given moment of the day. The mere thought of you is enough to turn me into an animal. Which is why it’s so unfair that you hate the thought of me taking care of myself, even if you’re not around. If you’d only let me share those tales, I think you’d change your opinion. –Miriam likes that you call her yours. It gives her validation that you plan to stick by her side for a very long period of time. As difficult as it is, Miriam manages to refrain from ever getting in a screaming match with you- and for good reasons. If you knew the feelings she had sometimes, you’d take them all wrong and then the battle would only escalate. It’s not worth the risk of things being said that neither of you would be able to retract afterwards. Miriam curls her fist up, trying to cool her building annoyance.- Actually, imprinting is a term studied in psychology. But since you didn’t go to college and don’t know what the courses are, I wouldn’t expect you to know that either. –Miriam shakes her head and laughs bitterly.- It’s ALWAYS a misunderstanding. I could ask you what you’d like for dinner and that could lead to a “misunderstanding.” –A large part of Miriam feels extremely guilty for leaving. Honestly though, she doesn’t really know what’s best to do in these situations before. Sometimes we she just holds you and tells you she loves you, it works in calming you down. Other times, it only makes the situation worse. And she can never read what effect it will have. Really, she’s just exhausted. Not from you per say, but rather all the fighting. When she returns home, she’s surprised to find you out in the open, playing with the kitten. When you smile at her, she can’t resist offering you a small one in return. She takes off her jacket and leans down to pet the kitten.- I told you he was a nice little guy. –After that simple sentence, she’s not sure how to respond. She can feel you eyeing her curiously, but she stays silent.-

I just think that the longer you hold on to that horny feeling, the more energy you bring home to your girlfriend! I think it’s selfish that you take care of yourself when i’m not around! -She bites her lip, glad that when she turns to go to the bathroom you can’t see the tears that are filling her eyes. She pushes them back, refusing to ever cry again in front of you. When you return home she glances down at the cat again and says quietly- I am…sorry…that I’m so difficult. I don’t mean to always fight with you. But i’m not as bitchy as you portray me to be. -She looks down and pets the kitten again- But just because I didn’t go to college doesn’t mean I’m stupid, alright? I’m not a fucking idiot. I may not have chosen higher education, or even secondary school, but I could run this country if I wanted to. Or do you believe the reports that have followed me my whole life? DO you actually believe that I am insane? -She pushes the kitty softly off of her lap and stands up to try and obtain eye contact- If you think I’m dumb..if you think I’m even retarded, then you can leave. Get out of my house, if that is how you feel.

But I wouldn’t mind if you took care of yourself! That image is as hot as fuck to me. How does it not turn you on that I touch myself while thinking about you? Baby, trust me, I store plenty of energy for you. I have excellent stamina. –Miriam sits with her eyes downcast as you apologize. She’s so tired of being sorry, of you being sorry. She feels like the biggest bitch in the world, but a part of her doesn’t want to accept your apology. How long before it’s something else? How long before she ticks you off again? Next week? The next day? The next hour? However, it’s not that easy. She knows you. Sorry isn’t a light word for you, even if it has been said a lot lately. Deep down, she knows that you honestly are sorry. You hate fighting just as much as she does.- It’s never my intention to portray you as a bitch, Lisbeth. I…you…everything is stepping ground for a fight. I could say anything, and if you’re in the wrong mood, you’ll find something wrong with it. –Her heart breaks when she can hear the hurt in your voice. She NEVER meant to insult you or imply that you were beneath her just because you took a different road of education.- I’m sorry. For the jab about college. I don’t even know why I said that, it’s a completely irrelevant point that holds no grounds. And of course, I don’t think you’re insane. This has nothing to do with your past. This has to do with the way you treat ME. –Miriam stands up to, anger raising again.- See, THIS is exactly what I’m talking about! You just blow up at me. I never said any of those things, I never even suggested them! Oh, so it’s just YOUR house now? Well, it’s good to know how you really feel. –Now it’s her turn to be hurt.-

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-With a few weeks of living together under your belt, Lisbeth is becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. She’s working on her computer when you get home from school, and she gives you a small smile- hey hey..

-The last two weeks have been bliss to…

-Lisbeth tries to not get into her weird moods around you. If she does, she locks herself in her room until it passes. She loves you more than anything and just wants you to be happy living with her. As you turn away from her, she stands up slightly- Mimmi? What are you hiding? -she crosses the room and peaks around your elbow, her eyes lighting up immediately- Whoa! Is that dryer lint moving?

-Miriam has been doing her absolute best to be understanding when she can feel you distancing yourself. Regardless of what may happen, she knows for a certainty that you love her deeply, and that knowledge always succeeds in guiding her through the rough patches. When you inquire about the mysterious object she’s cradling in her hands, she gives you a small smile and attempts to turn away. However, once the kitten whines, she knows there’s no use. She rolls her eyes at your guess.- Really? Since when do I smuggle dryer lint home from college? –She exposes the young, bewildered kitten to you.- Isn’t he adorable? I was thinking we could keep him…. –The cat fixes his small, blue eyes on you, and almost immediately a hiss escapes his tiny mouth.-

-Lisbeth catches your elbow to keep you from turning away from her any more, and shrugs- I didn’t go to college, I don’t know what the fuck you do in your science class. Let me see! -her already wide eyes double and she immediately reaches for the kitten- oh he’s not half bad…he may actually..hey! -she gives him an offended look and pulls her hands away immediately as he hisses at her. She glances at you and back at him- what the fuck was that for?!

-Miriam shakes her head at you playfully.- That WOULD be a valid point, Lisbeth, if I actually attended a science course. At this point, I’m not even certain you know what I’m going to college for anymore. You appear to only obtain information if cunnilingus is the reward for listening. –The smirk playing on her lips lets you know that her words are all said in jest. She would never get angry at you for not remembering frivolous details, which others may deem important. When the cat hisses at you, Miriam frowns.- Did you hurt him? He’s a perfectly nice fella, he basically ran into my arms when I encountered him on the street. You must’ve scared him! Poor thing…-Gingerly, she holds the cat up to her face and mimics baby voices as she addresses the frazzled creature.- Are you okay baby? Did Lisbeth scare you? It’s alright, momma is here. –She pets his fur and cuddles him close to her chest.-

-Lisbeth pouts immediately- just because I don’t have each individual course memorized doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention, Wu. You’re majoring in Sociology, though, if you need the validation. -she turns the offended look on you- how would I hurt him, I wasn’t even touching him before the psycho started hissing! -she pulls away from you, making an annoyed and disgusted face as you start the baby talk- and today will go down in history as the day that Lisbeth Salander’s sex drive died.

-Miriam smiles softly and offers you a sly wink.- You’re beyond adorable when you pout. –She leans over to give you a soft kiss on your lips.- Mmm, I’m not naïve. You pick up on a lot of things that you don’t let on. I’m the clueless one, Salander. Your mind is a secret void I have very limited access to.  –Miriam frowns immediately and scolds you.- Calling him psycho isn’t very welcoming! He probably hissed at you, because he can sense you’re not thrilled by his presence. However, seeing as he’s our new baby, I hope that mindset changes. –She’s so captured in the new feline that she barely registers your disapproving expressions. However, she shoots you a light glare at the comment.- You’re just ticked, because I’m usually naked by this time of day. Only a couple days ago, you were claiming to not be opposed to children, yet you can’t handle me showing a cat some affection. I think you’re jealous, Froken Salander. –She raises an eyebrow at you.-

I know. -she says with a small smile as she kisses you back softly. Shrugging, she wraps her arms around your waist- you have more access than anyone else on this planet. Be grateful for that. -she frowns and pulls away from you, crossing her arms- you think I’m heartless. I was actually very excited to see the kitten, I love them. I barely looked at him and he hissed at me. Will it be my fault for sitting too close to him when he scratches me? -she crosses the room and resumes her seat at her desk, having lost interest in you already- I’m a creature of habit, Wu, but not a monster. I’m no more jealous of that thing than you are of my computer, I was merely stating the baby talk would’ve killed my sex drive. -her eyes widen as you throw the conversation of her having children in her face and she sets her jaw- you think I wouldn’t treat a child differently than a stray kitten? Perhaps if you have these negative, preconceived notions already its a bad idea? -she angrily pushes away from her desk and storms out of the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, sulking. Her greatest fear is having someone laugh at her feelings, and you’re already taunting her-

 

-Miriam leans into your body as you wrap an arm around her and smiles.- I am grateful. The other night I even managed to get you to engage in some dirty talk. I don’t take any of my accomplishments for granted! However, I wouldn’t even attempt to change you for a second, Salander. I love your mysterious side. –She sighs internally as you step away. She should have known better. You’re already sensitive on a regular basis, but this particular time of month seems to always have you particularly on edge…or so she’s noticed.- Don’t be ridiculous, baby! He doesn’t have a vendetta against you. Consider what he may have gone through only hours ago! For all we know, he could’ve been mistreated by whoever owned him. –She looks down sadly at the kitten and strokes his fur. She tries to hold in her aggravation as you storm away. Usually, she’s perfectly kind and understanding when you get pissed off. However, she has to wonder how many times this will happen. It seems everything she says lately is stepping ground for a fight.- Baby, I’ve NEVER even implied that you were a monster. You know that I don’t think that! I love you. And of course I’m a little jealous of anything that captivates your attention and doesn’t involve me. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, I am a little offended that the first time your sex drive died you were in my presence! –When she sees the anger vividly displayed on your face, she knows light joking won’t weave her out of this mess. The hurt in your voice is easy to detect, and it makes her feel like the biggest bitch in the world.- Lisbeth, I didn’t mean that and.. –Before she can finish her explanation, you’ve already locked yourself away. Miriam knows you, and therefore she’s fully aware how hurtful her comment on children affected you. With a lump forming in her throat, she stands by the bathroom door and knocks lightly.- Baby, are you okay? Please, talk to me. I’m so sorry…-The pain she’s feeling is evident in her tone of voice. She keeps tapping on the door lightly, gently pleading for you to open it. She starts to cry when she realizes that she’s hurt your feelings.-

I don’t mind the dirty talk, babe. I just like to keep it special, I don’t want you to get used to it. -She kisses your cheek and says quietly- and I love you. All sides of you. -She’s only moody around this time of the month when Bjurman’s report is due. He posts first to the board and then to Lisbeth, and it’s always irritating to be reminded that he exists. She doesn’t mean to take it out on you…but you were being annoying with the cat. She didn’t do anything to the fucker.- But he’s letting you hold him just fine. If I was a writer, I could use him as symbolism for how all of society regards me. -She makes a face as she reiterates- Again, I said it was the baby talk that killed it. I was joking, jesus christ. Let it go. -She puts her face in her hands as she listens to your pleading. Honestly, she wants you to just go away. Not forever, of course, but until she’s at least calmed down. Living with you is a lot harder than Lisbeth anticipated it being. She sighs and mutters- Just go away, Mimmi. Go on a walk until I’m ready to talk to you. Beating on the fucking door will only make me more angry. You know that. -she bites her lip and adds, a gentler tone to her voice- and please stop crying..

Oh, is that so? If you’re worried about it ever not having an effect on me, I can promise you that will never happen. Regardless, you’ve mastered the art of getting me hot without using any words anyways. –Miriam smiles as you kiss her and she squeezes your hand.- I love you, too. No matter how weird you claim yourself to be, you’ll always be my Lisbeth. –Miriam never intended to irritate you with the kitten. Everything she said was in good jest. However, she takes full responsibility, even if she does get tired of having to apologize so often. In reality, she’s scared that eventually you won’t love her anymore. It’s frightening that you can simply shut down and pretend she doesn’t exist.- I’m certain it’s nothing personal, Lisbeth. Perhaps he’s just afraid to trust an abundance of people. Look how young he looks. What’s that term used when they become attached to one person? Imprinting? Maybe I’m the first human he’s seen in a while. –Miriam rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip. She’s three seconds away from exploding. And she’s never exploded in front of you- yet. There’s a shortness in your tone that’s driving her off that dangerous edge though.- Consider it “let go” of then. But then maybe consider the fact that I was joking as well. –Miriam DOES know that her insistent knocking on the door will stir your anger up more. Honestly, though, she doesn’t know what to do. She’s losing her charm when it comes coaxing you out of these moods. Frankly, it’s beyond damn tiring. She wipes the tears from her eyes in a hurry and gently puts the kitten down. Still clad in her jacket, she grabs her keys and heads for her car again. She hates feeling like she’s abandoning you, but she needs time for herself. She drives around everywhere, until she’s miles away from the apartment. She has no clear goal for a destination, however that doesn’t deter her. Four hours later, and she finally arrives back at the apartment. She opens the door and braces herself for what will ensue. A loud fight perhaps? You kicking her out? Or the worst possibility imaginable- your silence.-

-Lisbeth grins and raises an eyebrow at you- I can get you hot with a LOOK, Miriam. I can get you hot without even being in the same building..I like that. I like to be your Lisbeth, because you’re my Mimmi. -A part of Lisbeth DOES wish you’d blow up at her. You’re so passive aggressive that it’s infuriating. Just once she’d love to have a screaming match with you, just to hear how you REALLY feel. She snorts and asks scornfully- Imprinting? were you reading Twilight again? -She raises an eyebrow and actually looks up from her computer as you get an attitude with her, that rarely happens. If ever.- We were both joking, but it was a misunderstanding. -She says, her voice made of pure ice, her eyes narrowed angrily. She sighs as she listens to you leave, surprised. You usually stay around…and once, you took the door off of the hinges just to hold her! Perhaps it’s a step in some direction, that you actually don’t want to be around her when she’s this angry. She knows she’s been a cunt lately…and a part of it is because everything is going so well. She knows you’ll eventually leave her, so she’s trying to sabotage it. But she knows she would absolutely die if you ever left for good. By the time you get home, she’s un- barricaded herself from the tiny bathroom. She’s in her bathrobe, sitting on the ground and petting the tiny kitten who is sitting on her lap. She looks up at you shyly and gives you a small smile- He warmed up to me..

Mhm, you certainly do get me hot at any given moment of the day. The mere thought of you is enough to turn me into an animal. Which is why it’s so unfair that you hate the thought of me taking care of myself, even if you’re not around. If you’d only let me share those tales, I think you’d change your opinion. –Miriam likes that you call her yours. It gives her validation that you plan to stick by her side for a very long period of time. As difficult as it is, Miriam manages to refrain from ever getting in a screaming match with you- and for good reasons. If you knew the feelings she had sometimes, you’d take them all wrong and then the battle would only escalate. It’s not worth the risk of things being said that neither of you would be able to retract afterwards. Miriam curls her fist up, trying to cool her building annoyance.- Actually, imprinting is a term studied in psychology. But since you didn’t go to college and don’t know what the courses are, I wouldn’t expect you to know that either. –Miriam shakes her head and laughs bitterly.- It’s ALWAYS a misunderstanding. I could ask you what you’d like for dinner and that could lead to a “misunderstanding.” –A large part of Miriam feels extremely guilty for leaving. Honestly though, she doesn’t really know what’s best to do in these situations before. Sometimes we she just holds you and tells you she loves you, it works in calming you down. Other times, it only makes the situation worse. And she can never read what effect it will have. Really, she’s just exhausted. Not from you per say, but rather all the fighting. When she returns home, she’s surprised to find you out in the open, playing with the kitten. When you smile at her, she can’t resist offering you a small one in return. She takes off her jacket and leans down to pet the kitten.- I told you he was a nice little guy. –After that simple sentence, she’s not sure how to respond. She can feel you eyeing her curiously, but she stays silent.-