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Library; Wednesday [ 01/16 ]

Adah Price has a new (new to her, at any rate, because the borrowed copy seemed to have gotten at least a little bit of use at one point in time) medical book, one that was either going to make very little sense to her or would be depressingly familiar and ordinary. She didn't bother considering that it might fall somewhere in the middle. She didn't think it would be possible, all things considered. Either way, there was a new book, so the chances of productivity today were pretty much slim to none.

Enon. Ot. Mils.

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Adah grinned. One track mind, the immovable River. Better than braindead, yes, River was correct there, but it barely made the thoughts go quiet, and it was another sort of death besides. Adah was well versed in French, after all, and the concept of la petite mort, the small death. Her fingers started brushing lightly against River's, gazing over at her, their forms slumped against the desk in vaguely reversed shapes.

"Just a suggestion." River grinned back at Adah. "Different kinds of death, just like different kinds of dancing."

Suggestion, noitseggus, No, it's egg, us. Lazily, Adah smiled again. Just as she was never particularly opposed to River's suggestions of alternate methods of dancing, she probably wouldn't put up too much of a struggle against other forms of death, either.

"Not too much of a struggle." River giggled then leaned in to kiss Adah again, deeper and longer this time. The books wouldn't gossip, after all.

True to River's words, Adah grinned into the kiss, and wondered if River realized that those words were just asking for the struggle they discredited.

"But if you struggle, should I stop?" River asked, the words whispered against Adah's lips. Squirrels could gossip after all.

Adah had a better question. Would she stop?

"Would stop if you wanted me to more than you didn't want me to," River replied quietly, slipping an arm around Adah, and letting her fingers walk over the fabric of her clothes.

Adah's own fingers danced a little against River's that were still at her hand. It certainly was like she worried that River wouldn't be able to really tell.

"Libraries might be too public, though," River mumbled, this time against Adah's hair, although the world around them was quickly starting to fade.

Other places, other times. Semi treht o, secal preht o. There was a slight shifting of Adah's arm, her right arm, with her attention shifted slightly toward it. She was trying to get it to move, trying to bring her hand toward River's head close to hers, to have her fingers dancing in the other girl's hair like her left handed fingers were dancing against her fingers. But it wouldn't move, not beyond a weak, heavy sort of shifting. The thoughts, she knew...hoped...would still suffice. It's the thought that counts.

"Other places, other times," River agreed. "Stop by when you want to." She blew air lightly at Adah's cheek. "Thoughts do count." Especially for River.

Nose wrinkling and grin growing at the gentle breath of warm air against her cheek, like wind, like sighing, Adah almost sighed herself as she let the thoughts of a working, dependable right hand get tangled in the strands of River's hair. All those stairs, she thought, teasingly, as she probably always would. Better make it worth it.

Closing her eyes she could almost feel Adah's hand in her hair, and she chuckled. "Will make it worth it. A promise."

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