[oom] Behind closed doors

[hell_in_highheels]

River pushes the door shut behind Ace and turns back to face her mate, a sudden wave of tiredness coming over her.

The stress of the evening's events is clearly written in her features.

Again, love, I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to bring her.

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[hell_in_highheels]

"CCTV?"

She tilts her head at that.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Closed-circuit television," he explains. "Basically video cameras at several choice points to record activity in an effort to catch criminal acts."

[hell_in_highheels]

"A visual recording, then. We should ask if Bar has something like that. Or perhaps Security might know."

She nestles closer to him, almost in his lap now, needing to feel him close.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He has no issue with this.

"I doubt it. Too many medieval magic users on the force," holding her close.

Someone is falling prey to stereotypes.

[hell_in_highheels]

"We'll never know unless we ask, love."

She rests her head on his chest, breathing in his scent, letting out a deep, contented sigh.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," he agrees.

Happy you're unhurt.

[hell_in_highheels]

Seconded.

She holds him tight for a long moment, and then slowly relaxes.

Love you, she murmurs, nestling under his chin.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Love you.

If he has his way, they'll stay curled up like that for some time. Bad day.