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[wither_wilt]

One of the things that will never get old for Salah is the view of the sky without all the light pollution. He's spent most of his life in cities with heavy smog. Stars should always be celebrated! They are so shiny

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[applepieless]

Beth looks up, and frowns a little, "We can call it first star on the right, how about that?"

She's crossed her arms over her chest, dress moving in the slight breeze. She's used to stars.

[wither_wilt]

Salah looks down and grins even more.

"Well, this view is even better." He hooks a finger in the front V of her dress and tugs her forward slightly. Class, thy name is Salah. "Cold?" he asks.

[applepieless]

Beth swats at his hand.

"You are incorrigible!" she says, moving forward to avoid being exposed.

Glaring at him, she says, "I could use a jacket."

[wither_wilt]

That grin has no lessened a bit.

"Everyone says that."

"You know, you've got to tell me. Why do women always wear the little gauzy dresses out in cold? Is it some sort of damsel trick? A test?" He toys with his collar for a moment before finally shrugging off his leather jacket and slipping it over Beth's shoulders. He tugs his cigarette from his mouth and grins again. "You just want my jacket. It's okay, everyone always does."

[applepieless]

"You know why I want you," Beth points out, moving forward towards him until she's leaning against him.

"And, hey, as a defense, I'm no damsel! I just want to look good!"

In this cute dress that maybe wasn't weather appropriate. Innocently, she smiles up at him.

[wither_wilt]

He exhales a stream of smoke over her head to be polite before he leans down to nuzzle her ear. Beth has nice ears. Salah is terribly fond of them.

"You look wonderful," he whispers. "All for me? I'm flattered."

Both his hands might be smoothing over her back and hips under his jacket.

[applepieless]

Beth grins, her palms flat on his chest.

"You aren't so shabby yourself, hot stuff," she says.

"Quite the catch."

She taps a light rhythm over his chest with her fingers.

[wither_wilt]

He's laughing now. "You are too adorable."

She is lifted slightly on her tips toes as he leans in for a kiss.

[applepieless]

Beth kisses back, playfully.

She has to admit, one of the nice things about being with Salah is that not all kisses are merely the preamble to something else.

Humming lightly, she pulls away.

[wither_wilt]

"...you are wonderful at that," Salah tells her, rather pleased with the universe. He starts to follow her mouth but stops. He looks over Beth's head and then over his shoulder.

"You hear that?"

[applepieless]

Narrowing her eyes, "If this is some corny pick up line, can we pass and get back to the star gazing?"

She goes up on her toes to nuzzle his neck.

[wither_wilt]

Offended, "Hey now. I am always the image of cool and sauve." But he is still looking off into the distance. He inhales and his nose switches.

"Wanna check out the stars from the roof?"

[applepieless]

"Sure," Beth says, frowning a little.

She looks around them.

"Which roof?"

[wither_wilt]

"Oh, any of them. That are this way." He steers Beth around with a hand planted firmly on her ass in the opposite direction from the smell that is slowly drifting toward them. "Hope you're wearing something under that cute dress, because I'm about to get a show if you are not."

[applepieless]

Beth sniffs the air and frowns.

"Do you smell..." Glancing around, she can't quite shake the feeling of offness. "Do you smell that?"

[wither_wilt]

"Yes. We're about to have some uninvited guests, my lovely girl, and height would be an excellent advantage very soon. So, you climb, I'll ogle that excellent pair of legs you have, and we'll make a date out of searching for a crowbar. Or an excellent stick. I prefer a stick with a nail in it myself."

Salah babbles more as he continues to lead Beth about with hand on her rear.

He makes an disguised noise and covers his nose with his shirt collar. "Real old shamble. Extra ripe."