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Library [Sunday, 11-4]

Lee's back in the library today and he's looking decidedly chipper. Well, he's not brooding and he is smiling. He considered that pretty damn chipper.

He's propped up at the desk, a book in his lap and some orange juice in his hand, relaxing and feeling very lazy.

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Smile softening, Adah ducked her head for a moment to concede that point worthily to the Eel. And, with that, she slid her notebook a little closer to write again.

"And other ways to sing than with voices. Luckily. For both of our sakes."

"Good call," he said, nodding. "But, you've gotten a taste of my singing voice. I'm sure you'll be asking be for private concerts before too long."

He paused for a moment.

"Even if those private concerts are just so he can laugh at me."

"Oh, yes," Adah wrote smartly, "just as I can't get enough of your modeling. Only a matter of time before the singing follows suit, I can see that already."

"That's because you're very smart," he said and did some bopping of his own with a light tap on her nose with his finger.

Adah's nose wrinkled a little at the poke, but her expression of dissatisfaction could only maintain itself for too long. She was just such a sucker in light of appreciation for her intelligence. And there wasn't much to say to that, which wasn't strange for her, of course, and, besides, her satisfied beam did all that talking.

Lee, meanwhile, dug out a pen from his own bag and reached for her notebook, hiding the words with his other hand while he wrote.

After he was finished, he pushed it towards her.

"When I see the stars now, I'm going to think of you."

Adah was tempted to argue that using his hand as a shield like that wasn't very fair at all, considering that she couldn't have such defenses, but any argumentative urges on her part dissipated quickly, replaced with a light blush and a satisfied smirk, which disappeared a little when she bit her lip lightly.

"Should I feel bad," she didn't, "for suddenly taking over your previous associations?"

"You really, really shouldn't," he said quietly. "This association makes me happy. Really happy."

Adah gave a nod. "Good," she wrote and then paused a moment, looking over at him with a bit of thought reflected in her eyes. Teasing him always was something she enjoyed, but this...blushing a little more, she decided that perhaps she wanted to rein it in a little. Perhaps because even just thinking about it had little tremors of remembering distracting her pretty efficiently.

"'...and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.'" She paused again, tapping her pen thoughtfully. "I'll have to admit, my mind won't immediately go to their deaths anymore." Death of a different sort, perhaps, but, for now, she finally pushed the notebook forward, watching his expression carefully.

"Which means it was a good night," he said softly, gently. "And now we've got a shared memory of stars and sand and blankets and you and me."

Adah drew in a breath a little at that, her eyes sliding closed as her shoulder lifted, head tilting toward it. A shared memory, indeed, one that was almost impossible not to recall in terms of feeling more than mind. "A very good night," she whispered quietly.

"Mmm hmm," he agreed, leaning further over the counter, closer to her and pressing a light kiss against her lips.

Adah smiled lightly at the sudden affection, unexpected with her eyes lightly closed to the memory of Thursday, and she lightly returned it before pulling away just enough to murmur, "That was a rather mean thing to do right now..."

"But I wanted to," he said, staying close enough to rub his cheek against hers.

Oh, Dog, she was never going to be able to walk into a library without immediately salacious thoughts ever again, which would lead to a very interesting future considering she planned on being in a library frequently for the rest of her life. Her head tilted into the brushing cheek, letting out just a simple soft sound.

That soft sound made him smile, made him let out a soft sigh of his own and he turned his head so he could kiss her cheek before slowly sliding backwards and kissing her again.

"You're much better at this," Adah managed to get out quietly, warmly, between leaning in to receive and return the kisses, "than you are at singing."

"I'm very okay with that," he said and kissed her again, longer and lingering this time.

And, well, if this was the result, Adah could certainly be okay with it, also. Leaning in a little more, carefully, she set her hand on the desk for a moment, partly to set the pen down and partly to make sure she'd set herself up a good balanced base for this. It really was mean for him to bring up Thursday and then kiss her like that, so it made the jump to her head swimming with thoughts of where kissing could go so much quicker, but, at the same time, she couldn't exactly complain in light of how much she enjoyed it. Once she was confident in her balance, she carefully, tentatively lifted her hand. The intent was to have it find its way to his cheek, but she had to take it slowly, would have to start at his arm.

Which wasn't a bad place to start either, really.

One of Lee's hands found it's way to her cheek, fingers sliding across and just into the hair at her temples. He liked the slow, lazy pace of this kiss, liked feeling her hand on his arm and smiled briefly to let her know that.

That shift in the feeling of a smile in the kiss made Adah smile back; that was a good sign that she was certainly doing things right. Not that she would ever really doubt herself in that field after all this, but it was still nice to get the reassurance. Hands on her cheek, against her hair. It was nice and kept her hands drifting and moving smoothly over his upper arm; wouldn't want things to get too crowded up here, and he did have nice arms, despite her reluctance to admit it.

Lee shivered slightly, fingers pressing just a little harder against her cheek and he leaned into the kiss a little more, letting her know that he was fine, that that was good.

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