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[Though something tells him not the forest. He keeps neatly to the edges of the wooded areas, circling the city until the grey sky gives up the downpour it's been holding in and, for visibility's sake, he pulls in beside an old, abandoned barn.]
This is a heavy rain.
[She moves forward so she can take a closer look]
[She moves forward so she can take a closer look]
Ark building weather. [He looks up through the downpour.] Probably too far off midnight for that to be literal.
[He watches her.]
It won't last long.
[Though of course there's no guarantee that's true, and the rain seems to pound down more heavily in denial.
He rests a hand against the small of her back, smoothing circles.]
Do you know if anyone owns this place?
It won't last long.
[Though of course there's no guarantee that's true, and the rain seems to pound down more heavily in denial.
He rests a hand against the small of her back, smoothing circles.]
Do you know if anyone owns this place?
[Does she. What is she going to do it? Probably try to incinerate it.]
...yes.
...yes.
[That's roughly what he'd have worried about, yes.]
Okay.
Okay.
[She sighs and stops looking at the thing.]
I liked the candy hearts better.
I liked the candy hearts better.
Okay. Good.
[He leans in for a second, resting his head against hers.]
You drive.
[And then he's out of the car, into the driving rain, grateful that the ground hasn't turned to mud yet so he has something solid to wedge his foot against while he pushes open the hefty barn doors.]
[He leans in for a second, resting his head against hers.]
You drive.
[And then he's out of the car, into the driving rain, grateful that the ground hasn't turned to mud yet so he has something solid to wedge his foot against while he pushes open the hefty barn doors.]
The ones with the memories? [He peers down into his bowl.] This might be less intrusive.
[She moves and slips into the drivers seat and when the door is open she drives the car in.
Once the car is in the barn, which is remarkably dry, she moves to get him a towel from the back. She keeps an entire set of clothes, for her and for him, in the back, just in case.]
Once the car is in the barn, which is remarkably dry, she moves to get him a towel from the back. She keeps an entire set of clothes, for her and for him, in the back, just in case.]
[...Of course she does.]
Who trained you, the boy scouts?
Who trained you, the boy scouts?
You like to have sex in strange places sometimes.
[As if that's an explanation]
Are you complaining?
[As if that's an explanation]
Are you complaining?
[He throws the towel lightly back to her, catching his lower lip between his teeth.]
I thought you liked me messy.
I thought you liked me messy.
Covered in mud?
[Her smile is turning into a grin, her hands going to the fastenings of her dress]
[Her smile is turning into a grin, her hands going to the fastenings of her dress]
It's a look.
[Only the sharp catch of his teeth keep him from grinning back. Maintaining the distance between them, he starts on the buttons of his sodden shirt.]
[Only the sharp catch of his teeth keep him from grinning back. Maintaining the distance between them, he starts on the buttons of his sodden shirt.]
[It doesn't take much more than that before all she's wearing is her jewelry - this outfit didn't come with any underwear at all - and she's leaning against the car, looking at him]
I could stop carrying towels.
I could stop carrying towels.
[How many of hers do? And still no complaints on his end.
He hooks fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, walking toward her.]
Or we can just put the seats back in the car.
He hooks fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, walking toward her.]
Or we can just put the seats back in the car.
I thought you liked the idea of on the hood.
[She's already opening the door, though]
[She's already opening the door, though]
I like a lot of things.
[He catches her around the waist before she can climb in, pulling her back against him.]
Rain looked like it was settling in for a while.
[He catches her around the waist before she can climb in, pulling her back against him.]
Rain looked like it was settling in for a while.
[She settles her body against him, hands against the skin of his back]
It did. We might be stuck here a while.
It did. We might be stuck here a while.
[Her warmth makes him shiver, suddenly more aware of the cold everywhere she's not touching.]
Long enough for more than one idea.
Long enough for more than one idea.
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