[oom: Dinner with captainryan]

[hell_in_highheels]

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River arrives in the bar just before seven in the evening, and secures a table for two in a cozy corner of the bar.  She's dressed casually, wearing her favourite Irish sweater, jeans and her tan field boots.  But she has to confess, she's spent a bit more time with her hair and her face.

For as interesting as Richard is, he is also a good looking man.

She orders a glass of pinot noir, and waits, watching the faces in the crowd.  When she sees him, she smiles broadly and holds up a hand.

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[hell_in_highheels]

Her breathing slows, and she listens to the sound of his breath, unconsciously matching inhalation and exhalation. Sleep now. More later.

Definitely more later, she thinks, a drowsy smile on her lips.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He stays awake for a time, just feeling her breathe in his arms. His eyes are already closed to keep her hair from them and it's not long before he starts to doze.

He needs to repeat this exercise sooner rather than later, is one of his last thoughts.