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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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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Richard eyes are closed as the pressure falls back to the levels from the bar. He's experienced sudden changes in levels before, but to go from new to full in less then a second...he shakes himself off.

"All right," he says, opening his eyes. We'll stay longer at this one, Dam. The last had a full moon.

Is that bad?

When I'm not expecting it, it is.

[hell_in_highheels]

The new portal opens and she gestures Damocles through. And then she turns back to Richard.

Her hand comes up to rest on his chest.

"You all right, love?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Yes." He gives her a reassuring smile. He isn't just saving face. He is fine. That was just surprising.

"I should keep that in mind the next time I'm hurt," he says wryly.

[hell_in_highheels]

She slips her hand through his arm and waits for him to advance into the new environment.

"Yes, I suppose that would come in handy." There's more than a bit of concern in her voice at that thought, but she is ever the pragmatist. And that is a very good thing to remember should the eventuality present itself.

"I wonder if you're affected by alien moons as well. The planet with the singing sands has three moons. That could have been exciting."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

She's getting a 'when did you become crazy' look. "Or very very dangerous," he says emphatically as they head in the second time.

We didn't know he had a 'when did you become crazy' look.

[hell_in_highheels]

River gives him her 'I've always been crazy, and it took you this long to notice?' look. She's been giving him this look daily since she met him, we suspect.

"Well, yes. But dangerous can be exciting. Don't try to deny it."

They can hear the seagulls complaining bitterly about the intrusion to their peace and harmony as Damocles races towards them.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough, but if we're looking for exciting can we at least find a book that presents equal danger for both of us?"

And not just for her?

[hell_in_highheels]

"Yes, yes we can." That is an idea she can get behind.

"I keep telling myself I'm going to go back and face that bloody T-Rex someday. Perhaps from a safer viewing distance this time."

She hugs his arm tight at the thought.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Or borrow an RPG from another book."

Pause.

"Can you do that?"

[hell_in_highheels]

Now it's her turn to look at him like he's gone mental.

"Why on earth would I want to do that? It's just a lizard, admittedly a bloody huge lizard, but still, just a lizard, going about it's pathetic lizard life. It's not its fault I happened to look like lunch."

"Besides, it's more sporting with a pit trap. How fast is your hundred yard dash, anyway?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"That depends entirely on whether or not I have an RPG."

He's a guy. Of course he's pro the 'blow stuff up' plan.

(Plan B is 'run like hell'.)

[hell_in_highheels]

"There will be no RPGs, love. Besides, what do you do if you miss? Hard to miss with a pit trap."

"And really, I don't want to blow its head off. I just want to -- face it. And walk away with all my limbs attached."

She's a big proponent of Plan B.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"But how am I supposed to lure it in there without falling in myself? Swing over the thing like Tarzan?"

Let's just chew on that mental image for a while.

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh she is. She most certainly is.

"You could do that. Or you could run across the top, like any ordinary mortal. A good pit trap should hold your weight quite easily, while buckling under the animal's weight like paper."

Beat.

"That is, unless you had your heart set on the little loin cloth, because that could be arranged too, I suppose."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He opens his mouth to protest.

Then he headtilts.

"Do you get a matching outfit?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She's grinning broadly now, her scent rippling with deep amusement.

"You have a deeply perverted sense of humour, love. Spots or stripes, do you think?"

"Or should we even wonder out loud, lest Bar find an excuse to revamp our wardrobe?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Richard grins. "We're not in the bar. She couldn't possibly know."

He gives her a sharp look.

"Unless someone tells her."

[hell_in_highheels]

"My lips are sealed," she swears solemnly.

And then an image strikes her and she's giggling again, pressing her face against his shoulder as they walk.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"What?"

Does he want to know?

[hell_in_highheels]

"Your lily white arse in a leopard spotted loin cloth," she explains fondly, still laughing. "Hell, my lily white arse in a leopard spotted bikini. We'd blind the poor creature. He'd go running off over the hills, little arms flailing."

Management is just not sure how well this plan was thought through.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Does that count as facing him?"

[hell_in_highheels]

She's laughing so hard tears are flowing down her cheeks, and she can only playfully punch him in the arm.

For a memory that used to give her the cold shakes, the fact that she can laugh about it now speaks volumes.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely punch, too.

"Or is that mooning him?"

[hell_in_highheels]

More laughter, another feeble punch. "Yet another full moon I have to look out for when I'm around you? Oh please."

The sun is sinking below the horizon, and she stops, turning so that her back is against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, so they can watch the spectacle. She lays her head back against his shoulder, smiling like a kitten in cream.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He buries his nose in her hair, still laughing himself. He can just see over her head into the sunset. The pinks, purples, reds, and blues swirl across the sky, dotted here and there by purple tinged clouds.

Damocles is still chasing seagulls, his barks a sharp interruption to the sound of the waves.