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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

We can stay out past dark.

[He follows, hand on her arm.]

It's gonna be a late dinner, remember?

[furgood]

Fair. [Hums and points to the sailboat pulled up nearest the boardwalk] Green mast, that's mine. Or. I've claimed it as mine. Already have some food, water, a few other things.

[devoutish]

Have you been spending nights away from the village?

[furgood]

...Some of them. [She twists a curl around her finger] It's so easy to just bring a blanket, few pillows. The island with the lagoon has a few buildings on it.

[devoutish]

And wonderful views, I'd wager.

[They're coming up on the dock now, and he slows, letting her go ahead first.]

[furgood]

Beautiful views. [Wistful ] Makes me wish phones worked so I could keep up with people out there. Course, I'd still have to come get you.

[She starts to pull at the various ropes and gestures him to take a seat ] But I think you'd love it...

[devoutish]

[He sits, but a little awkwardly, as if he isn't sure how exactly he should be doing this. By way of explanation, he offers:]

I haven't often been in sailboats.

[furgood]

Just sit there. [Little smile] I'll show you how to get under way some other time. Or you can try to watch and learn.

[She angles the sail into the wind and ties down the line. Leaning down, she picks up the oar and pushes it down and off the sand, away from the shore]

[devoutish]

Don't let me do anything to tip us over.

[He's happy to watch, though, curling his fingers around the underside of his seat and holding on as they shove off.]

[furgood]

You won't. [She promises, but her attention is focused on getting onto the open sea. The breakers involve a bit of up and down and a wave crashes half on them.] Hey--[Shakes her hair and sputters ] Uncalled for.

[devoutish]

I'm surprised you don't like it.

[He says, making a face as he wipes some of the wet off his beard.]

It's of the sea and all that.

[furgood]

If I wanted to be wet already, I'd have swum there. [Sticks her tongue out] Aaaand...up and over. [They're over the last of the breaking waves and she beams ] Now we just have a little wait.

[devoutish]

But a nice wait.

[Now that the ride is smoother, he leans back in his seat, enjoying the view - both of the scenery around them, and of Meulin at the tiller.]

You look beautiful when you're commanding a boat.

[furgood]

[There's always half an eye to the horizon, if only to ascertain they're going in the right direction, but she settles into her seat eventually. A brilliant grin meets his remark]

Competency is attractive, it's always been true.

[devoutish]

And so is smiling.

[He's not close enough to give her a kiss, so he settles for brushing a hand across her knee.]

[furgood]

[Her smile softens] I can't reach you to kiss you silent, not fair.

[devoutish]

[Oh, well. His grin widens.]

Your hair, blowing in the breeze... drops of water kissing your skin. Stunning.

[furgood]

[Flustered, she dips her hand in the water rushing past and flings a little at him ] Not fair!

[devoutish]

But very funny.

[Alfie is definitely the type of guy to laugh at his own jokes.]

[furgood]

Only funny to you meowbe. [She fluffs her hair in mock offense ]

[devoutish]

You're using your ridiculous puns; you've got to be amused.

[furgood]

I'm a little amused, I'll admit. But it's amusing to me that you're also stuck with looking and not touching.

[devoutish]

Ah, well. At least I've got my imagination.

[furgood]

Tease me and I'll tease you. [Grins ] I know you like my hair, my legs.

[devoutish]

I like many things about you.