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Reign O'er Me
Feb. 5th, 2015 02:50 amHe didn't think he'd ever been here when the rain was cold. This hard, yes. Not cold. First time for everything. The wind occasionally delivered a breath of mist, but for the most part he was safe and dry here, hands tucked into his pockets, standing on the porch under the eaves, enjoying the sound of the rain. The bamboo arched over the walkway, and he could see rain drops collecting on the leaves before hurtling off the tips.
She must have kicked off her shoes, gone barefoot, at some point, because he didn't hear her come up behind him, didn't even know she was there until he caught a hint of her perfume. He smiled. "Got bored of reading?"
She leaned into him and shrugged. "Heard they've got this weird thing called Rain out here. Thought I'd investigate. Figured maybe I'd just stand somewhere dry and look at it but not do anything."
"Sounds like an excellent idea." He glanced over his shoulder. She was tall enough to lay her chin on his shoulder, which she was doing. A couple of pieces of her ear jewelry gleamed in the porch light. "I'm glad you've opted against your usual madcap shenanigans."
Her face lit up. "Ooo! Madcap shenanigans! Gee whiz, daddy-o, I'm not game for that sorta applesauce." She poked him in the ribs. "A hundred years ago called. They said you can keep their lingo if they get DSL."
He grabbed for her hand; she allowed him to catch it. He lifted it for a lingering kiss, his grey blue eyes meeting hers. "Can you hear that? All that water coming down? It's mind boggling how much must be landing every second."
She bumped his shoulder, eyeing the dark expanse of the lawn. "I bet we'd understand it a lot better if we went out there and ran around in it."
He snorted. "What the hell? It's cold. We'd get soaked."
"I've heard sketchy rumors that we dry off!" She grabbed a handful of his sleeve, tugging at it encouragingly. "You could try having some fun, and if you don't like it, we can stop. Pinky swear."
He rolled his eyes. "We're doing just fine here, not covered in mud and grass stains, comfortable, dry, and warm."
"Okay," she grumbled, sliding her fingers down his hand, lacing them with his, "I guess we're just going to stand here, close together, enjoying the warmth of each other's company or whatever, instead of having fun."
He smiled, feeling the warmth of her breath through his cotton shirt, staring out at the darkness until the inevitable happened--she dashed out into the yard, yanking him along with her, the cold water sending a shock through him. Her hair glistening with a jeweled crown of raindrops, she dropped his hand, her grin inviting him to chase her. And he did, as he always would.
She must have kicked off her shoes, gone barefoot, at some point, because he didn't hear her come up behind him, didn't even know she was there until he caught a hint of her perfume. He smiled. "Got bored of reading?"
She leaned into him and shrugged. "Heard they've got this weird thing called Rain out here. Thought I'd investigate. Figured maybe I'd just stand somewhere dry and look at it but not do anything."
"Sounds like an excellent idea." He glanced over his shoulder. She was tall enough to lay her chin on his shoulder, which she was doing. A couple of pieces of her ear jewelry gleamed in the porch light. "I'm glad you've opted against your usual madcap shenanigans."
Her face lit up. "Ooo! Madcap shenanigans! Gee whiz, daddy-o, I'm not game for that sorta applesauce." She poked him in the ribs. "A hundred years ago called. They said you can keep their lingo if they get DSL."
He grabbed for her hand; she allowed him to catch it. He lifted it for a lingering kiss, his grey blue eyes meeting hers. "Can you hear that? All that water coming down? It's mind boggling how much must be landing every second."
She bumped his shoulder, eyeing the dark expanse of the lawn. "I bet we'd understand it a lot better if we went out there and ran around in it."
He snorted. "What the hell? It's cold. We'd get soaked."
"I've heard sketchy rumors that we dry off!" She grabbed a handful of his sleeve, tugging at it encouragingly. "You could try having some fun, and if you don't like it, we can stop. Pinky swear."
He rolled his eyes. "We're doing just fine here, not covered in mud and grass stains, comfortable, dry, and warm."
"Okay," she grumbled, sliding her fingers down his hand, lacing them with his, "I guess we're just going to stand here, close together, enjoying the warmth of each other's company or whatever, instead of having fun."
He smiled, feeling the warmth of her breath through his cotton shirt, staring out at the darkness until the inevitable happened--she dashed out into the yard, yanking him along with her, the cold water sending a shock through him. Her hair glistening with a jeweled crown of raindrops, she dropped his hand, her grin inviting him to chase her. And he did, as he always would.