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LIbrary [4-08]

George was spinning on his stool at the library. Spinning round and round and round.

It was fun.

Hey now, the librarian was asleep and it wasn't like there was anywhere the radio squirrels weren't being perverted and watching.

George pulled back a little after a long moment though and reached up to brush his fingers through her hair. "So food fer an army, swim stuff, anythin' else I should be bringin'?"

Karla smiled at the caress, turning slightly to brush her lips against the inside of his wrist. "I don't think so," she said. "I'll bring the blankets, marshmallows, my swim stuff, and the fire if we end up needing one."

There were a few other things she'd bring as well, but those were surprises. Though, that reminded her. "George, when is your birthday?" she asked.

His breath caught at the touch, and George just barely kept for leaning in for another kiss. But the question startled him, and he had to think.

"Uh, sometime in th' middle of winter, I s'pose? Why?"

"Middle of winter?" Karla asked, eyebrow arching. "As in, the season we just left behind? Specifically, passed without you saying anything?"

On the one hand, he hadn't said anything about his birthday. Irritating. On the other hand, he wasn't fourteen anymore. Good thing.

So she went the middle route and gave him an exasperated sigh. "It didn't occur to you that some of us would like to know when your birthday is?" Like people who had presents waiting in their room for such times?

"Aye," he agreed, ruffling his fingers through his hair as he studied her. He'd done something wrong and wasn't quite sure what. "I didn' think of it. I did get a bundle from me mam a few months back. Mayhap twas fer that. Tisn't much of anything, y'know. I didn' think y'd care t'know."

"Of course I care!" Karla said. "I like you having been born. It's one of my favorite things about you." She dimpled again to let him know that she wasn't mad about it or anything. "We could have thrown you a party with ice cream and cake and things."

George shrugged through he was smiling back at her and more than a little warm and fuzzy about the comment. "I like bein' born too," he replied. "An' I like that ye like it. When's yer birthday then?"

"Coming up," Karla admitted. "The 28th of April. And of course I like it. If you weren't born, I wouldn't be able to do this." Karla reached for his arm and brushed another few kisses on his wrist, since he'd liked it so much before.

"Aye, an' t'weren't I born within a few bits of when I was, t'would be weird did you do that," he teased, smiling at the touch and sliding his fingers back into her hair again.

"How much of an' older woman will ye be then?"

"Why do you think I asked?" Karla asked, laughing. "If you hadn't, we'd be rapidly approaching the point of awkward. I'll be celebrating my sixteenth birthday. For a second time, counting the party Ben and I while following Ender around, back before the Desperation Day dance."

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