returning to the adventures of cloudybees

[scarabsuited]

WHO: Abby and Jaime (scarab third wheelin' it as always)
WHERE: music hall roof
WHEN: An evening this week you are not getting a specific date out of me this week
WARNINGS: TWOO WUV?
SUMMARY: This is almost back to normal for good
FORMAT: No



Without Scarab (and Google), Jaime wouldn't have been able to say who he was listening to right then and there. All he knew is it was old, maybe Beethoven, and expensive to get a seat to. Indoors, anyway. But they'd bypassed that problem a long time ago.

With panes of the rooftop window carefully lifted, sound floating out with that tinny, strange alteration that came from rising past metal rafters and that tiny outlet. It wasn't Bose-quality, but it was hardly bad.

Besides, more often than not, it was just the background music.

"—can't even get it through my head she's driving now," he was saying. Legs stretched out on top of the blanket he'd rolled out, back against the base of the raised window, one arm around the blonde next to him, the other propped against a closed-lid cooler storing the remainder of the goodies they'd brought with them. The hand dangling there twisted and gestured now and then as he talked. "I mean, I still remember her in those green pigtails, not even...eleven? Maybe?" He rolled his eyes at himself. "Okay, so maybe I don't remember that well. Whatever. I'm old."

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[cloud9]

Abby sort of just watched him for a long moment. She paused, her gaze hiding under her eyelashes for a second before she glanced back up. Then, at length, she shifted her weight and propped herself up on one arm.

"Well." A little exhale. "Then. You'd better make room for my XBox and my boy band posters. 'Cause I am so not compromising on those."

[scarabsuited]

It was a good thing he was already on the ground, or his knees would've buckled and he would've dropped. Relief hit him like a bag of bricks, though his heart still fluttered and pumped adrenaline anyway. His mouth split with a crooked smile, a little laugh in his exhale.

"Well, I'm...going to have to draw a line at putting those posters on the ceiling. I can only go so far, you know."

[cloud9]

Abby smiled back, bright and automatic in response to his, just wide enough to show off her slightly large front teeth. Lifting a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, she leaned down to nudge the round tip of her nose affectionately against his.

"Okay. I guess I can live with that. But only 'cause I love you."

[scarabsuited]

"Huh," Jaime squinted and grinned. "That's awfully generous of you."

He tilted his head to catch her mouth, because there was no way he was letting the chance, so close, slip by. Every kiss made up for every one he missed over the months she was gone and the months he was gone. Horrible lengths of time, and not simply because of how attached he was to her. The City made every second more valuable; who knew when one or the other would be gone, and who knew how long that next exile would be?

"I love you, too," he murmured against her lips. "Always gonna."

[cloud9]

It didn't matter at all how many times he'd kissed her before-- and it never did. Every time, it made her heart swell, brought a little flush to her face. She closed the small space between their mouths to kiss him again, the shape of her eyes and the curve of her lips all happiness.

"Always is a really long time," she teased lightly. "What about when I'm like, middle-aged or-- when I get gray hair? What about wrinkles?"

[scarabsuited]

"I'm pretty sure they'll be good-looking, too," he tried, making a face. He couldn't really spin wrinkles into good-looking, but he was sure was going to get backed into one of those awkward boyfriend corners. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's not going to bother me at all when the time rolls around. I'll be all old and gross, yeah? Huge nose hairs runs in my family. Just sayin'."

[cloud9]

Abby made a face back, scrunching her nose up again and glancing off a second like she was trying to imagine exactly what Jaime might look with monstrously long nose hairs. It must have been pretty funny, because she muffled a little giggle with her hand before responding.

"It's okay. I'll like, trim them for you. That's how you'll know it's true love."

[scarabsuited]

Ew. His own face contorts with the thought, teeth flashing in a crooked kind of grin as he squeezes his eyes shut against the thought.

"True nasty," he corrected when he could speak, raising his voice over her laugh. "But you're gonna have to stand by that now. There's witnesses with encrypted memory banks up in this discussion, y'know."