fandomhigh | Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

Oh look, there are tables and chairs over here too. Enjoy the food!

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"You're making it hard on a guy who maybe just wanted to be close to you," Lee said, subtly starting the convincing.

"If that's all you wanted," Adah offered, with a small, contrite smile and a lingering glance his way, "why didn't you just say so to begin with?"

"Because that would be too easy," he pointed out. "And I do things the hard way."

"Typical stupid male," Adah chided lightly with a roll of her eyes. "Doing things the hard way just because they're hard. Am I supposed to be impressed now?"

"Well, yeah," he said and buffed his nails on his shirt. "That's the whole point of us stupid males doing things hard. To impress girls."

"Because, you're right," Adah said, with a stern face of conviction and a nod that didn't quite follow suit as well because her neck decided to tic. "It just works wonders. Good thing this tree is here, else I'd fall from swooning."

"I could show you my arms," he said and he knew that was ridiculous but he was having fun with the tease and wanted to see what she'd say.

She laughed. "Not even five minutes and you're already contradicting yourself. Showing my your arms would be....much...much...." She shook her head, dropping her eyes toward the topic of conversation, and her voice with it, "much too easy."

"But would it work?" he asked quietly, moving his arms when he knew she was watching.

Adah gave a careful, precise nod; a small one, not exactly wanting to disrupt her view, although she did allow it to drag her eyes from her vantage point to the Eel's face. "It would."

"It's cold out," he remarked with a nod. "My arms might get all cold and goosebumped."

"You're such a victim of the elements," Adah said, shaking her head lightly. "Always complaining that it's too cold. Well, if it's too cold, we'll just have to find a way to keep you warm."

"Will we now?" He grinned at that, leaned his head towards her and asked, "Any suggestions?"

"People stranded in the Himalayas," Adah said, very matter-of-factly, with a hint of suggestion in her voice, "depend on each other's body warmth to keep from getting hypothermia and freezing to death."

"Do they? Hmmm." He smiled at her, held out a hand palm up. "Think you'd like to help me keep warm?"

"I think I could," Adah said with a light nod and then, ruefully, she looked at the Eel's offered palm. Her fingers drummed a little against the spine of the notebook she was holding. A bit of a conundrum, since she could hold both.

Noticing the notebook, Lee said, "What if I just hugged you? You can hold the notebook and I can hold you."

Giving a small smile, Adah said, "I'm getting tired of this tree anyway."

"I'm a pretty good hugger," he said, moving to step in front of her so he could pull her into his arms, draping his arms loosely around her. "Too tight? Too loose? Good?"

Trying very hard to not grin too much, and failing fairly spectacularly with a light spread of pink across her cheeks, Adah leaned back against the Eel and got herself comfortable. Her head tilted slightly against him. "Too loose," she decided. "I'm not fragile, you know. I'm not going to break."

She hoped. Leave it to her body to be planning for a nerve seizure the moment he hugged her tighter, merely because she had said that.

"Okay," he said, tightening his grip around her with a quiet sigh. "You're not fragile. I'll remember that, I promise."

And the body, for once, seemed to behave. Adah let out her own soft sigh, relaxing against the Eel. "This is nice," she said, and then, with a grin, she pointed out the one fallacy, "except that you haven't taken off your shirt yet. Way to jump the gun."

"I like holding you more than I like taking off my shirt," he said and smiled. "But, you can feel my arms." He gave her a light squeeze just so she could, indeed, feel his arms.

Adah made a sound, slightly grumbling, in her throat, her expression twisting into something slightly doubtful, mostly thoughtful, considering the situation. "This is true," she allowed. "I certainly can...We could work with this, I think, but, as it stands, I believe you'll just...owe me shirtless arms, then. It's not all the same."

"I can take my shirt off," he said, grin turning into a blush. "You just have to keep me warm."

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