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[bloodyrockgod]

The hammock is still swaying back and forth, and Charlie clings to Gretchen, gasping for breath.

His patience has been rewarded. Give him a few mintues for his brain to start working again.

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[bloodyrockgod]

He kisses the top of her head. "I don't know what to say," he says quietly. "I love you."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Love you too. Not much to say about it. He's a jerk."

She sighs and rests against him.

"But I'll get tested if you want anyway."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I--" He grimaces. "Only if you think it's necessary. I trust you. I'm the one who's been around the block a few times."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'll ask the doctor when I get to the clinic. Might be part of the check-up anyway."

She tip-toes up to kiss him.

[bloodyrockgod]

He nods and kisses her back--more gently than he had been earlier, it's true.

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

She gets her tea and tugs him back to the booth.

"....so. How 'bout that soccer team?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Football," he says. "It's called football. And they've been losing a lot."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, when I think 'football' I think big dumb guys in helmets and shoulder pads."

She grins.

"Sorry that they've been losing."

[bloodyrockgod]

"'all right. Teams have ups and downs all the time. Manchester United is the name, by the way. I'll bring you a shirt." He looks mischevious again. "And we play it properly--no helmets and shoulder pads. Just knee pads and cups."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

She grins about the shirt but then looks confused.

"What're the cups for?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Protection of the wedding tackle." He looks innocent.

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

She looks even more perplexed.

"What?" realization dawns, "Oh!"

*headtable*

[bloodyrockgod]

"Cleats. They're dangerous."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I'd imagine so."

She sits up again and drinks.

"Do you play?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah. Not good enough for professionally, of course, but I did in school and we'd play in the park."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Could you teach me?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Sure. I'll bring a ball next time."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Awesome! We can play out back as soon as the snow melts."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Brilliant! it's a good workout too. Running around for an hour.'

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Sounds cool. I could teach you Yoga too, if you wanted."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I already know how to stand on my head." He makes a face at her.

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

She blows a zerbert on his neck.

"There's more to it than that."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh, yeah? What else?" He holds her on his knee, arms around her waist.

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Strength, flexibility, balance, and awareness."

She cuddles against him.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I can stand on one foot for five minutes."