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Death is out by the lakeshore, perched in the rocks overlooking the water.

She's skipping stones and watching the moonlight gleam on the water, at the peaceful spread of the ripples. The night continues with its soft and subtle song around her.

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*He chuckles and presses a kiss to her temple.*

Peepers're my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love my city, but just around Dusk in NoHo those little buggers sing their little hearts out.

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"And then... come the fireflies."

She sounds about eight years old, such is the wonder in her voice.

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So this one time, right, when Mike an' me were just kids. We sneak out after lights out an' head to Central Park. Couldn've been more than like, ten. Anyway, we're tooling around the park after hours and Mike tries to convince me he's seen this little blinking light blinking in midair. It sounded too much like one of his stories, so I ignored him.

Don't we see a whole crap load of them in NoHo, like...six years later.

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"They are lovely, aren't they? I can't wait till summer around this place... it'll get all warm and humid, and you'll see smoke coming off the water, and masses of fireflies, and every other great thing."

A long pause. She toys with another rock for a little bit.

"I. Um. Don't suppose... maybe you'd like to, I don't know... pack a lunch and make a day of it sometime? Say, when it's warmer? I mean, it's just a thought..."

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*Raph likes warm and humid. He sighs contentedly at the thought. It's the latent reptile still kicking around in his head. So happy is this inner reptile, that he misses the beginning of her request.*

Hmm? What, like a picnic? Just the two of us? Are you askin' me out on a date?"

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"I. Um."

If she could get any smaller, she would.

"...yes?"

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*He smiles.*
i love you.

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She didn't think she could smile like that.
he should not
"...so is that a yes, then?"

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*Smirking, and yet holding her closer*

Well, I don't know if I love you that much. I mean, Picnics are a pretty big step.

*Sarcasm isn't as effective when you're playfully kissing your way up someone's neck.*

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And one arm goes over his, and the other hand trails back to cup his cheek, and she has to twist a little and take one startled breath as he hits that spot beneath and behind her ear.

"If we don't watch out.... might end up going to the theatre or--ohh."

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*Ah, there's that spot. He knew he'd left it somewhere. His lips barely leave her skin as he talks.*

mmm. an' then opera or ballet. picnics are a gateway outing. leads to all sorts of sordid things.

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And he's making her twitch and it's gone far beyond fair.

There was a rock in her hand. It's mostly sand, now.

"...very dangerous. Must use caution. ...wouldn't want to go wrong with a thing like... a picnic."

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*His teeth graze that very same spot.*

fate of the world depends on our success.

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Her back arches. She can't help it. Sand runs out between her fingers.

"Careful..."

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with you?...always...

*His voice barely a whisper more like a growl.*

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It's very very good that she has some form of self control. Because if she didn't, with his gentle growl at the back of her neck and his warm arms around her and the pulse and oh his lips just barely there and--

...it's almost too much to bear.

She wants to turn around, to touch him, to kiss every scar and see him tremble under her fingers. But she could well break him.

So what she does is remain perfectly still.

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*Raph notices that she's stopped responding. Holding her tighter, he some how musters up the small amount of self control he has in his possession, and merely rests his chin on her shoulder.*

all jokes aside, i'd love a picnic.

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"Glad to hear it."

It's a little while before she can move at all. When she can, she turns her head to kiss his temple, and runs her fingertips down the back of his neck.

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*He arches into her touch, a smile plastered on his face. They could stay like this forever, and that'd be just fine by him.*

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She grins.

Truly, this is nice.

Her other hand lets go of that sand and sliiiides from his knee to his thigh. She's taking her time.

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*His breath catches. The hand that was splayed on her hip, is now clutching the fabric of her shirt. Rough knuckles brush against her skin.*

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Slowly, slowly, she lets her head roll back, her fingers run a little further down now. There's not much of his skin that she can touch from this angle, but she makes do with what she has. Her fingers in his hair, playing over denim.

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*Where as she chose not to move, he is just plain unable to do so. There is no escape. And just when he can't take it anymore.*

turn...turn'round...

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She complies, slowly.
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She just looks at him a long moment, smiling in the pale silver light, the pads of her fingers just barely resting on his cheekbone.

There is the purest peace in her eyes.

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*Raph appears calm. It's the insatiable hunger in his eyes, and the twitching of his left hand that gives him away.

One of his hands covers hers, holding it to his face.*

anywhere...i'd follow you anywhere.