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Who: Asbjørn & Ruby.
What: Moonpool hunting.
Where: Sobek Croix.
When: A week or so after Bad Blood.
Notes: Glow in the dark shenanigans!
Warnings: Partial nudity because swimming in moonpools.

Prior to the bad blood business, Asbjørn had learnt that there was something in the forest surrounding Sobek Croix, in that roundabout 'I heard it from a guy in a pub, who heard it from his sister's hairdresser' sort of way. The locals were wary. A few magic users he'd encountered, who had lived in the city for several years, had nudged each other and shared knowing looks. And thanks to being cooped up in his flat with nothing better to do than lick his wounds and read, a few books on local history and landmarks had hinted at interesting things.

...what's telling is that he took that information and decided a place widely rumoured to be haunted was best explored after dark. At some point during the day, Ruby would have gotten a text that read:

up for a late night forest adventure in sobek croix? i can promise food, good company and supernatural goings on. and only one of the last two things is me.

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"Not really. Besides," there is a quiet little smile from Asbjørn, "it makes you look like something out of a fairytale."

He makes his way over to the bedroom, fishing out some pajama bottoms for himself and a t-shirt for Ruby before calling over his shoulder, "Just a t-shirt, or...?" Look, he's noticed she's fond of not wearing a lot of clothing, who is he to try and change things.

She ducks her head a bit at that, but she's clearly well pleased with the observation. (Ruby likes that he can appreciate the poetry of certain situations with her.)

"Just a t-shirt is okay," she says, agreeably. In the meantime, she starts undoing her buttons on her dress a second time, thinking that the silk is surprisingly undamaged for having been near something wet--but then, the moonpool isn't like water, is it. And she was careful.

A moment later Asbjørn comes out of the room, proferring a standard black t-shirt in hand. "Here." It comes out quieter than he meant it to.

He also seems a little bit reluctant to move away again. Not as strong as the desire at the moonpool to be near and to touch, but it's there nonetheless.

Ruby tugs the t-shirt over her head, and follows it up by pulling all her long red hair out of the collar. She doesn't say anything for a long moment when she looks up at Asbjørn. Some part of her is aware she's a lot mussed and any make-up she had on is probably entirely gone, but she doesn't really care that much.

"Your shirt looks pretty good on me," she says, smoothing it down over her thighs.

"Just 'pretty' good?" Mussed hair and lack of make-up be damned. Asbjørn reaches out to gently tug the bottom hem of the t-shirt --and therefore, Ruby, if she'll let him-- towards him with a smile. "You're welcome to steal my clothes any time."

Ruby not only permits being tugged closer, she sidles up, so that she can press just a little against Asbjørn. Her heart is starting to do that hummingbird thing in her chest again, but it's not as anxious-feeling as it was at the moonpools, where everything was touched with considerably more uncertainty.

"Careful, I might turn into a magpie." She reaches up to wrap both arms around him.

Bird analogies are appropriate, he thinks, still afraid to do anything that could scare her away (it's going to take a lot of time to get over that fear). For now Asbjørn's hands find Ruby's hips, quite content with this newfound proximity. "Well in that case, I may have to steal you first. Polar bear pride, you understand."

"Really." She sways just slightly against him, starting from her hips beneath his hands. By now, Ruby thinks she should probably be tired, but she's not, not at all. She doesn't know if you can get an adrenaline rush from kissing, but whatever the closest approximation is, that's what she blames all her energy on.

"That sounds fair, but you will have to tell me what you'd do with me if you managed to steal me."

"Build a nest," he says, followed with a quick kiss. "Stay there for a while." Which is true, in a sense.

And despite his stomach doing small, internal flips, he kisses Ruby again. And again. As he slowly tugs her back with him towards the couch.

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Any responses on her part are immediately waylaid by kissing, and she's half-distracted by that to the extent she barely realizes where they're heading. Somewhere, dimly, however, as much registers, and she playfully gives him a little push so that if he sits down, she can sit on his lap, knees on either side of him.

It's something of a bold move, for Ruby, but considering she's wearing his clothes, she figures she's allowed.

Asbjørn is completely fine with bold moves, oddly enough. Although the push seems to create a defiant little reaction in him because the minute after Ruby straddles him, rather than relax back, he pushes himself up with both elbows and a slightly smug look of 'now what?' Someone likes playful.

That gets a little sound from Ruby, and she pulls back enough to pout at him. In only the most outlandishly overwrought fashion, concurrently to gripping his shoulders so she doesn't fall back.

"What are you doing?" It is threaded through with a laugh, so she...pretty obviously has an idea, and does not mind.

"I distinctly remember telling you I didn't mind when you said you might bite me, once," he says, arms moving around Ruby's back to hold her more securely. "Well, that kind of goes for everything. And I like to give as good as I get."

That last part is said a little too innocently. Asbjørn. "Besides, you look cute when you pout."

Ruby can't help smiling at that, especially Asbjørn's faux-innocent tone. "In that case, I think I should probably demonstrate the 'getting', shouldn't I? I've certainly thought about it enough."

So that admission leads her to kiss him, briefly, on the mouth -- but her attention travels to his jawline and then his throat, where she liberally also employs her teeth. Gently, but still very present.

(That they're being mutually cautious despite their obvious interest, taking it a bit slow, is something she will think about later and appreciate.)

Rushing anything would seem contrary to Asbjørn, given the amount of time he's thought about Ruby over the past couple of months. Although he does lean back slowly, finally, with a small pleased noise.

Though she is preoccupied, given her present position, it's hard not to notice. It's once he does she murmurs into his ear two words:

"I win."

And although at this angle he probably can't see her face, that smile is audible.

Asbjørn is torn for a moment (except not really). On the one hand, losing doesn't seem all that bad. But that would also mean admitting defeat.

Ruby might feel his grip on her become a little more secure as he kind of lazily lifts and rolls them around.

"Are you sure?" He looks a little bit too victorious for his own good.

It never fails to surprise her, a little, how strong he is--he's in good shape, and she's noticed he's gotten somewhat more muscular as fall has progressed (shut up, it's hard not to notice), but this is the type of physical strength that is downright supernatural.

Not that she minds. She laughs, pleased and startled, and tips her head back to look at him.

"Actually...yeah, yeah I am. This feels a lot like winning to me."

Well, someone has a case of the warm fuzzies (...than usual). She can probably sense him trying to bite back a smile as he kisses her.

"Well," and he moves away to kiss her cheek, to kiss the corner of her jaw, "if there's anything I can do to further contribute to your sense of victory. Be it waffle breakfast or..."

In other words, he's all yours, Ruby. More than happily.

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