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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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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.