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[captainryan]

The bed's made and Richard's relaxed on it, one hand tucked behind his head as he watches River finish getting dressed. The other hand is hanging off the side of the mattress, scritching Damocles' head.

"So CAL makes a copy of your data every time you return to the Library, and if something happens, she can restore you from that, correct?"

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[hell_in_highheels]

"Thought exercises. Riddles. Conundrums, perhaps. I assume you took tactics and strategy in officer school, no doubt?"

River's of the opinion that most people who have 'tried and failed' didn't try hard enough in the first place.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Of course. But I usually leave negotiations to others.

"For instance, you seem rather talented at it."

He doesn't mind being the brawn on their team.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Oh really. So -- why should I have to learn to fight again?" There's a teasing lilt to her voice.

"System redundancy, love. It's never a bad idea."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I'm well aware of that," he smiles. "Be prepared and all of that. Besides, I'm sure I'll still have solo missions."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Mmm, yes. Well. I'm sure you will too." Doesn't mean she has to be happy about it.

The sun is almost set, but she's enjoying the warmth of his embrace too much to want to move just yet.

"Tell me about the night, through your wolf senses?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"I can smell the ocean, the brine and seaweed on the beach. I can smell you. I catch whiffs of the animals here, their scents and scat. I hear them muttering to each other. There's something squeaking off in the woods over that way; probably a mouse or rat. I can see clearly. The sun may as well still be up for the amount of detail I can detect."

He pauses.

"There's a lot of things I don't recognize. I've only had senses this impressive for three years and the bar, while varied, misses things."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Sounds like an adventure in itself. Always something new to learn."

She hears Damocles come padding back to them across the sand, hears his breathing and can infer the happy canine grin on his face. She certainly doesn't need any translation for the bump across her knees.

She rests her head against Richard's shoulder, breathing him in, more than content to stand here, listening to the waves as the night enfolds them.

Love you, Wolf.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Love you, River, he answers back, nose still buried in her hair.

I love you, too, River! And you, sir!

Yes, Damocles, you too.

Silly needy puppies.