All knowing, like he'd given up a tactical advantage. Not that it helps, seeing as the whole island is, essentially, a mountain, the result of lava flow and cataclysmic geological events over the hot spot that pumped each island into the sea, but that's hardly the point.
The point is Steve's ragging on her, like she's being slow instead of matching him step for step. The point is the familiar warmth of his hand on her bare back, and the way her hand lifts to go around his waist in response, tucked close to his side, steps getting sloppy and loose, gravel and shells crunching underneath her sneakers. Tossing her head so her ponytail flips against his shoulder as she squints a challenging, all too-amused glance up at him. "Don't know what I'm getting into? You mean I should expect something different than what always happens, hanging out with you?"
Lifting her free hand, she checks off past memories on her fingers, listing them with definite, deliberate accusation. "So you haven't found some ridiculously intense path that would make the kids at boot camp wet their pants? I am not going to look at whatever you have planned and immediately regret thinking working out with you was a good idea?"
Teasing, light and light-hearted, as she snakes her arm back from around his back and pulls open the passenger side door, stepping up into the cab with a last grin spotlit and and satisfied. "Anything else and I'd be disappointed, Steve. Don't tell me you've gone soft with your new civilian lifestyle."
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Date: 2013-01-22 06:52 pm (UTC)All knowing, like he'd given up a tactical advantage. Not that it helps, seeing as the whole island is, essentially, a mountain, the result of lava flow and cataclysmic geological events over the hot spot that pumped each island into the sea, but that's hardly the point.
The point is Steve's ragging on her, like she's being slow instead of matching him step for step. The point is the familiar warmth of his hand on her bare back, and the way her hand lifts to go around his waist in response, tucked close to his side, steps getting sloppy and loose, gravel and shells crunching underneath her sneakers. Tossing her head so her ponytail flips against his shoulder as she squints a challenging, all too-amused glance up at him. "Don't know what I'm getting into? You mean I should expect something different than what always happens, hanging out with you?"
Lifting her free hand, she checks off past memories on her fingers, listing them with definite, deliberate accusation. "So you haven't found some ridiculously intense path that would make the kids at boot camp wet their pants? I am not going to look at whatever you have planned and immediately regret thinking working out with you was a good idea?"
Teasing, light and light-hearted, as she snakes her arm back from around his back and pulls open the passenger side door, stepping up into the cab with a last grin spotlit and and satisfied. "Anything else and I'd be disappointed, Steve. Don't tell me you've gone soft with your new civilian lifestyle."