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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]

"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."

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

"Then you can do tree pose!"

She grins.

"and I'll show you what's more to a handstand."

She gets up, goes out a few steps away from the table and kicks up into a handstand. Once she's balanced and settled, she bends her elbows floats her head and chest forward to look up, arches her back and beds her knees slightly to bring her feet over her head in full Scorpion.

"Yoga is about control, mindfulness, awareness, and constant checking and balancing."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Ho. Ly. God." Charlie blinks and blinks and blinks.