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//I suppose I will, then,// Jono agreed, leaning forward a little as he reached for one of her hands.

And then, because he was a terrible person and simply couldn't resist?

//Yer bloody adorable when yer embarrassed, you know that, Sunshine?//

That just made her cheeks even more pink, which he knew would happen. So mean, Jono, so mean.

She took his hand but looked up to give him a pouty look. "And you enjoy making me so, do you not?" she accused, though not without affection.

//Only in harmless fun,// Jono decided, giving her hand a light squeeze. //I could stop, if you'd prefer.//

But where would the fun be? He'd have to wait at least three minutes longer into any conversation just to get to see her blush.

"I do not mind," Raven said. That sort of embarrassment was not as distressing as the thought of being wrong or humiliated -- those injuries to her pride were more difficult to handle.

"But I find myself sometimes wishing I could somehow make you feel as flustered," she added teasingly.

//Mmm, you'll have a difficult time of it with me,// Jono replied with a chuckle. //I can't imagine there's much that I haven't already thought of, really.//

It was entirely possible that Jono was giving himself entirely too much credit.

"Perhaps I will have to see it as a challenge," Raven mused. She doubted the handcuffs would embarrass him -- she was going to be the one blushing her way through that.

"When do you wish to do something together?" she said, shifting the subject just slightly. "My time is very free." Rumor Gal was in reruns, after all.

Jono tilted his head thoughtfully, mulling over his oh-so-busy schedule.

//Tuesday, perhaps? In the evening? I can pick you up, and we can find someplace interesting to be.//

It wasn't as if they didn't have options, really.

//Th'cinema, or maybe something on th'mainland...//

"After work?" Raven said. "Yes, that would be fine. Do you know what the movie theater will be showing that evening?" Hopefully not a horror movie, because she'd hit her limit for the month.

"My surprise requires...privacy," she felt it important to add. Which probably meant either requesting the room from George or Ariel, which made Raven feel a touch guilty, or getting a hotel room, on island or off.

//I haven't a clue,// Jono replied, furrowing his brow a little. The cinema here seemed to be in an almost constant state of rotation. Actually figuring out what was playing next was anybody's best guess, wasn't it?

Knowing his luck, it would be that Justin Bieber thing.

//I wonder if there are any good concerts anywhere on th'mainland,// he ventured. Taking off somewhere seemed conducive to privacy. A hotel room, perhaps? George was generally fairly resigned to sexile, but he'd feel guilty chasing her out of the room again, too.

"I would very much enjoy hearing some of the music you like," Raven said, liking this idea. "If you would like to look for a concert, then perhaps I can find a hotel room for us to stay the night, since those type of things get out late, do they not?"

Also, reserving a room on the web would allow her to get a look at what the beds and their headboards were like. Not that that was important. Ahem.

"We do have class first thing Wednesday morning," she said, "but since I can teleport us, it is not a concern getting back in time. That also means we are not restricted to just across the causeway for a concert, either." Portals could do much the same, of course, but this way they weren't bound to any schedules other than the concert and class.

Oh, Raven. You were such a wicked temptress.

//They do tend to get out late,// Jono agreed, as something not unlike a smile made its way into his eyes. //We certainly wouldn't want to wake George or Ariel by stumbling in at all hours of th'night, would we?//

He tilted his head thoughtfully, and then nodded toward the desk. The computer had internet. He was not exactly a technological genius, but he had, at least, managed to figure out how in the world Google worked, over the time he'd spent here.

//Shall we?//

Music would be far less traumatizing than another horror movie. Unless it was Justin Bieber, of course.

"Yes," she said happily, moving toward the desk. "What type of music do you intend to look for?"

//Anything that's playing,// Jonothon decided, so very helpfully. //Rock, if I can find any. Grunge isn't terribly likely in this decade. Not on a Tuesday night. Really, our best bet for any sort of musical entertainment is to look into no-name gigs playing at pubs somewhere.//

He stepped up to the desk and crouched over the keyboard, hunt-and-peck typing to see if he could crack the magical Google code. Or whatever.

//Really, I can do without Lady Gaga, Sarah McLachlan, and Taylor Swift.// All of whom had concerts on Tuesday night. Thank you, Google. //Really, most groups I enjoy stopped touring a while back...//

He glanced her way.

//Unless you didn't mind seeing a show that happened in, say, 1996?//

It would involve going to his reality, sure, but looking up past concert dates for bands that he'd liked back in the 90s seemed to be far more effective than doing a blanket search on Google for anything that wasn't Gaga or Bieber.

Hey, Raven liked Sarah McLachlan. Except when the commercials came on about the animal shelters and then she'd wibble and cry.

"I can easily travel between dimensions," Raven said, standing behind him and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Especially with you to use as an anchor to go to the correct place. I would not mind going to your world, if that is what you mean."

It might make reserving a hotel room a little more tricky, but she'd deal with that later.

Well, really, it was just a matter of calling any hotel she looked at, and asking if they'd replaced their beds in the last fifteen years. Easy, right?

Riiight.

//That's what I mean,// Jono agreed. //We'll avoid New York, I think. I'm in no mood to have my evening ruined by whatever archvillain Spider-Man or th'Fantastic Four are squaring off against that night. But...//

More hunt-and-peck typing. Something that the both of them could enjoy. That should be easy enough. Maybe a little quieter than his usual, for Raven's sake, but otherwise...

//Matchbox 20 is just getting their start, around then,// he mused. //And Bush should be doing well for themselves. Maybe Silverchair...//

Or they could just sidestep that by teleporting back to this dimension after the concert. Probably easier that way. Teleportation was so useful.

"Whichever one has the most emotion in their songs," Raven said to help the decision. "And will inspire the same in those listening. I do not think I am familiar with any of those you have mentioned, but I trust your judgment."

Jono took that into consideration, and then decided to look up 1996 tour dates for a good British band.

Sorry, Rob Thomas. You already got your year in the Fandom High limelight.

//Bush, then,// he settled on. //It's a little more gritty than the other two, but if yer looking for emotional impact, they're difficult to top.//

And hey, maybe the slightly rougher quality of the music (and likely, the psionic/empathic feedback from the other people at the concert) would help them get into the mood for whatever Raven's big surprise was?

Sneaky, Jonothon.

It was almost like he knew there was a bag from 'Dite's with two pairs of handcuffs hidden under her bed. Where hopefully Ariel wouldn't stumble across it and ask any questions that might make her die of embarrassment on the spot.

"I look forward to it, then," Raven said, tilting her head to lightly rub her cheek against his. "Should I come to your room when I am done with work for the evening?"

Well, he wasn't psychic. When he could help it. But the blushing she'd done earlier had said volumes about the nature of her surprise, and, well... He did have the imagination of a 19 year-old boy, after all.

//That would work wonderfully,// Jono replied, closing his eyes and revelling in that moment of touch. //I'll get in touch with somebody back home from Groovy Tunes tomorrow, get them to put something on reserve for me, wherever there happens t'be a show.//

It was starting to sound like a date, wasn't it?

Not just a date, a daaaaaaaaaate.

"And I will find us a place to stay the night," Raven said, trying to sound innocent about it. "We do not wish to disturb George and Ariel by returning so late, as you said. And I will show you...what I have to show you."

He couldn't see her blushing from this angle, could he?

Not with his eyes closed! Lucky break, Raven!

//Well... then I look forward to it,// he decided, picturing a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back to smile at her.

He was at work, sure, but there were no rules against thinking about kissing his girlfriend, right?

If just thinking about things was entirely permissible, there could be a lot of naughty things they could do in the library which would probably get them in a wee bit of trouble.

But it was just a kiss she gave back to him. Anything naughty could wait a few days. "But for now," she murmured, "I should allow you to return to work so you do not get in any trouble due to my distraction. Unless you wish to help me find some books?" Since, well, technically that was his job.

[Must run out to the grocery store, but I shall be back in 30-45 minutes or so! Up to you if you want to wrap the thread or go on. :) ]

//Really, with th'way they're wandering about today, you'll need all th'help you can get, luv.//

Books were such tricky, tricky creatures.

//C'mon, Sunshine. We'll try Theology first, and then work from there.//

"In the movie" -- because that was the perfect reference for research, Raven -- "the protagonists read the works of Saint Thomas Aquinas, Dante, Geoffrey Chaucer, and the Marquis de Sade," she supplied helpfully.

Of course, she pronounced "Sade" the same way Brad Pitt had in the movie -- shah-day. And she probably really didn't want to read his writings.

That's it. Raven was never allowed to watch that movie again.

//Sade,// Jono corrected, absently, as he started meandering his way down the aisle. //It's French. And we can poke through what they did in th'film, if you feel it's necessary in order to avoid leaving any stone unturned. But perhaps I ought t'be th'one to poke through th'words of th'Marquis. And probably Dante.//

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