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angela,
milliways

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Melou has put the maps away for today, happy enough with what work he did get done on them yesterday before Melehan ruined his mood. But he's not thinking about that right now. He has a date of sorts.

It's getting colder, even at Milliways, so there aren't any jean shorts today, although the t-shirt probably doesn't look so good with his usual trousers. Thankfully, he couldn't care less what his clothes look like.

Melou paces just outside the lake door, waiting for Angela. Girls always take forever.

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Angela shrugs. "Maybe another time. It'll probably be winter by then, but that might be interesting, too."

She looks up at the sky, a bright blue with no clouds. She's so used to the slight smog that always hung in the sky in L.A.

She smiles for no particular reason.

Which makes him smile and he walks over to her and leans down to kiss the top of her head.

"A winter picnic might be fun."

She grins up at him. "We could build a fire out here. That's one thing I could do." She grins.

For once, something she learned in Girl Scouts would come in handy.

"You can do that?" He asks, a little surprised, crouching down in front of her and taking her hands to warm them up a little.

She laughs a little. "Yes. I used to belong to a group that went camping on the weekends and I learned all sorts of things like that, like how to make a lean-to, how to build and maintain a fire, how to cook outside. I did a special course on edible plants and stuff like that."

She looks down at their joined hands and she squeezes them back.

"Really. Well, I'm impressed." And he looks it, too. And then raises his head up for a quick kiss.

She kisses back, blushing a bit. "Thank you." She smiles gently. "It's good to spend some time with you when I can."

He nods.

"Yeah, it is for me too. I do miss you, you know."

She bites her lip a little, then says, "And you know I miss you. I tell you often enough." She leans forward to touch his forehead with hers.

"I know." He kisses her forehead and then her nose and then her lips.

Angela lets her eyes close and leans in. At times like this, she really feels how difficult it is to be so far apart from him in so many ways.

Except for here, of course, where they can meet and be together. But she has to take care, she has to, because she keeps reminding herself that it could all end tomorrow.

One of her hands slides into his hair gently.

Melou is just as aware of how easily this could all end. Maybe even moreso, because he's been thinking lately. About that very thing.

But he really doesn't want to waste his time on thinking about it now.

He smiles a little at the feel of her hand, but doesn't break the kiss, merely settles his hands on her thighs.

Angela tilts her head just a little to deepen the kiss, her other hand going to his shoulder.

She moves herself a little closer to him. And allows herself to think, just once, I really, really love him.

The thought sends a slight shiver through her.

And he just thinks she's cold. He moves his arms around her pulling her off the rock and then slowly stands, tugging her up snug against him.

It's as good a response as any, and she shivers again when she feels how strong he is. Pulled close against him is where she likes to be best, and she thinks he probably knows that.

She puts her arms around him.

He likes it as well, the feel of her body heat against his chest and her arms tight around him.

Finally, he rests his cheek against her hair. "Happy?"

She nods, rubbing her cheek against his chest as she nods. "Yes," she says softly.

And warm besides.

"Good." He slides his hands inside her jacket and under her shirt, just enough to trace his fingers along the small of her back and stomach.

She smiles and presses closer. She's definitely warm enough now.

"Nice?" she whispers.

"Always." He grins into her hair and begins to draw light circles on her abdomen.

It tickles a little and she giggles. She kisses his neck, just beneath his ear.

He grabs her around the waist and pulls her as close as she can get, kissing her again harder than before.

She squeaks just a little before he silences her with his mouth. Angela's fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt--or his trousers, whatever fabric her fingers are near.

Slowly, he backs her up against the nearest tree, fingers digging into her skin. His mouth moves down along her jaw and neck.

She feels a flush of heat creep up over her and she tilts her head back and to the side as her breath starts getting uneven.

She pushes her hands beneath his t-shirt, her palms flat against his skin.