Indecency (Klaus/Saji)
Index/Timeline
Saji has never been rowing.
This, Klaus thinks, is clearly a travesty, and so the next chance he gets, he drags Saji to a park on the outskirts of town which has good old-fashioned rowing boats, and the chance to moor three bridges upstream and have a picnic before you come back.
Also, as Shirin keeps pointing out every damn chance she gets, it's kind of, you know, romantic.
So that's the plan; a few hours of him, Saji, and a boat. It's a nice, hot day; Klaus will have an excuse to take his shirt off while he's rowing, not that he's trying to show off or anything. Saji, for his part, has promised to make lunch. There will be apple cupcakes. Without bacon, thank you very much.
It is all shaping up to be a very good day, until Klaus turns back from paying for the boat to see that Saji is not waiting by that one tree with the picnic things for him, but practically pinned to a tree by some asshole with the picnic basket on its side at his feet.
Half-way to sprinting towards them, Klaus realises that it's some blond asshole wearing a mask, which pretty well narrows down the culprit to oh great, who let that Acre guy get away from his handlers again?
For that matter, where the heck is Saji's taser, the one time when he really should be using it? Klaus pushes that thought away, and barrels into Acre from the side, pinning him face-down into the dirt. Textbook, apart from the bit where Acre keeps wriggling like a bag full of fucking eels and will probably break away if Klaus takes his attention away from the lunatic for even a second.
"You okay?" he asks Saji, who nods mutely. Klaus focuses on getting Acre to hold still long enough that Klaus can call some backup, and trying to ignore the usual ramblings about warriors and destiny and something about geisha or some shit.
Luckily, it only takes another five minutes for someone actually on duty to come take him. Presumably the lawyers or whoever will fetch him from the station and put him on some better drugs for a bit until he breaks free again and someone spots him hanging around the boy's changing rooms or whatever.
Saji slips his phone back into his pocket when Klaus gets done with the policework and comes back to him. Klaus gives him a hug. "Sure you're okay?"
Saji nods. "Can we still go rowing?"
Klaus grins. Saji seems happy to sit at the other end of the boat, checking the picnic hasn't been too disturbed by their little interlude. "The cupcakes okay?" Klaus has his priorities in order, yep.
"A little squashed," Saji reports. "I think they'll be fine. You're good at rowing."
Klaus feels insanely pleased about that little compliment for some reason. "It's not hard; just practice, that's all. Have a go on the way back; it'll be downstream then."
He may or may not speed up a little; it's not showing off, it's making the time before they can get off the boat and have some cupcakes shorter. Saji points out birds along the river-bank, and leans forward to feed Klaus a pre-lunch cupcake to keep his energy up.
As they round the corner and Klaus can just see the spot he wants to moor up coming into sight, Saji says, "When you-- stopped him--"
Klaus blinks, and attempts to interpret that. Restraint techniques often look painful or dangerous to civilians, so he tries reassurance. "He wasn't hurt, really. It's mostly about using your weight to keep someone pinned until they wear themselves out, that stuff-- I've got lots of books on it at home but unless you're planning on putting on a few pounds, might want to stick to the taser."
Saji's eyes flicked straight to the bottom of the boat. "I didn't want to hurt him. It was just Graham."
Klaus nearly dropped the oars. He'd sort of assumed that Graham Acre had latched onto Saji mostly at random, but the way Saji was speaking of him made it pretty clear that wasn't the case. "You've met him before?" he asked, trying to keep his tone level, and mostly succeeding, at least he thought.
Saji's eyes widened anyway. There was an uncomfortable pause; Saji was filtering through his thoughts, Klaus knew, looking for things he wasn't too afraid to say. "When we lived at Neil's-- Graham was sort of stalking Setsuna. He just wanted me to tell him where Setsuna was."
It is a truth. It is not, Klaus knows, the truth, but he'll take a truth to start with. "He's sick, you know that, right? He needs some sort of help. That doesn't make him not dangerous. Next time, use your taser."
After that, and Saji's mute nod of agreement, he drops the subject. He might try prising information out of Soran later, even though it's the proverbial blood out of a stone. Klaus pulls the boat alongside the bank and ties it up, instead. This picnic spot is a bit before the main one, usually pretty empty because there are no facilities, just a patch of shady grass; today it's thankfully deserted.
Saji lays out the picnic things, paying nervous, fidgety attention to where everything goes. Klaus lets him do that for a couple of minutes and then pulls him in for a hug. Saji clings; Klaus suspects he knows why, which is why he doesn't ask.
He knows those bastard tricks, and hates it when something he knows from work intrudes into his personal life; that shit should be separate. Except that it's not, because the reason Saji clings now, hides his face, hides his secrets (and the reason Halle said do not fucking say anything to him about fucking Regene Regetta)-- they're all the same reason.
He's not sure what Saji was told, but he can guess. Shame is a powerful weapon. "Do you think it would be cheating to have the cupcakes first?"
That gets him a little laugh. "Then what will you have for dessert?" Saji asks. The opening is almost too perfect; Klaus kisses him.
After a couple of minutes, he remembers that, deserted spot or not, they are in public, and pulls away. "Lunch first." Because Klaus is not much one for sex where people might walk (or row, in this case) past them.
One treacherous part of his brain is adding unless Saji really wants to to that decision, but he tries to ignore it. Cupcakes first, questions about what exactly counts as 'in public' later.
So he eats sandwiches and cupcakes and doesn't do anything about the way Saji keeps snuggling closer and closer until he feels Saji's hands resting hopefully on his belt buckle. "Do you actually want to have sex here or are you trying to distract me so I won't ask about Acre?"
Saji's eyes go wide. Klaus sighs and removes the hands from his belt, and Saji's eyes drop to the ground. "--sorry."
He pulls Saji close and kisses him gently. "I much prefer it when you jump me because you're thinking lewd thoughts about my shower, for the record."
They finish lunch like that, with Saji's head resting on Klaus' shoulder. Occasionally, they see other boats passing by; heading for the officially sanctioned picnicking area, presumably. Fine if you want a place to buy hotdogs and toilets with a roof on.
Not so good for watching Saji exploring the far side of Klaus' chosen picnic spot, coincidentally drifting around the corner where trees shield the view from the river. "Klaus?"
Klaus abandons the search for misplaced cupcakes in order to follow Saji around the bend. "Yeah?"
"What sort of flowers are these?"
He's referring to the little blue and white things poking up from the grass beneath his bare feet. Klaus makes a show of examining one and then shrugs. "Blue ones. I told you before, I only know the ones that are either edible or give you a rash--"
Saji tackles him. Klaus goes down, perhaps mostly because he's surprised (okay, aroused if he's being honest) by Saji taking the initiative, to the extent that he actually planned an ambush. They roll around in the grass for a bit until Klaus decides to put some effort into it and pins Saji. "Flowers, my ass."
"Now you're going to need a shower," Saji informs him, smiling. There's a great ruddy streak of dirt on his cheek, so Klaus isn't the only one.
He's so gorgeous when he's being a cheeky asshole. Klaus smiles back and, keeping him well pinned, grinds his hips down against Saji until he's appropriately pink-cheeked and gasping. It's a pyrrhic bloody victory if ever there was one, because the sight of Saji wriggling happily underneath him and the accompanying friction is driving him fucking mad.
All of a sudden, he remembers that he has no lube to hand. Well, fuck. Or not, rather. He's just readjusting his plans when Saji manages to wriggle around to reach a hand out, grab Klaus' wrist, and direct it to his jeans pocket, where he's tucked a little tube of something thankfully not bacon-scented.
He doesn't think Saji was ever a member of the Boy Scouts, but thank fuck he's got the 'always prepared' bit down. He kisses him by way of thanks. "You okay down there?" Klaus weighs a reasonable bit more than Saji, and he doesn't want to crush the breath out of him or anything.
Saji nods happily. "You're not that heavy. I could probably get away, anyway."
Oh, that Klaus will not have. Pride is at stake, here. "You could not," he informs Saji. "Just try it."
After a moment in which Saji just smiles, he does just that. Oh, he's agile; but he hasn't got the muscles, the body weight or the training to have any real hope of escaping out from underneath Klaus. There's a reason why they tell the new recruits to focus on not getting pinned, after all, and Klaus has a lot of experience teaching them why that's so important.
None of them ever looked as good trying to get out of a hold as Saji does now, though. He hopes he doesn't have inappropriate thoughts at work, next time he's demonstrating 'proper restraint techniques'.
Since Saji doesn't seem all that worried about the fact that he's not getting anywhere (apart from driving them both mad with the way he's squirming about), Klaus kisses him and presses down a little harder, letting his weight do the work for him. He'd have to be a lot stupider than he is to have not noticed that Saji likes getting pinned, but the strength of the response, the way Saji moans at him when he does it-- that's a little bit of a surprise.
A nice surprise, though. Could be a bit because they're outdoors, too; he really has to take Saji camping the next weekend he has free.
For the moment, he lifts off just enough to tug Saji's jeans and panties down sufficiently-- god, he wears black lace to go rowing with Klaus, there are no words for that. He tries to express how much he appreciates that fact with kisses, while he prepares Saji, trying to be quick and careful at the same time.
Only one of these things is easy to be when Saji is making those sort of noises every time he moves his fingers. "Now, Klaus-- please--" he says, when Klaus pauses for breath.
He needn't have bothered with the please; he had Klaus' attention just with that first word. Now sounds good. It sounds like the best idea either of them has had all day, in fact, so Klaus goes with it.
He's still a little worried about it being uncomfortable for Saji, so after a moment he moves them over, sitting with his back to the nearest tree and Saji in his lap. "Ride me?" he says, and hopes it sounds like a suggestion rather than a plea.
Saji kisses him, and unzips his jeans at the same time, taking the lube out of Klaus' hands. If he lets himself think about exactly where they are and how close to possible discovery-- well, he shouldn't, so he doesn't. He concentrates on Saji's hands on his cock, gentle, teasing, and then the feel of Saji's weight settling across his thighs as Saji shifts to find the best position.
When he dares look, he notes that Saji has mostly undressed from the waist down, but still has his panties tangled around one of his ankles. That overrides any remaining fear of discovery; he presses a kiss to Saji's shoulder mostly to muffle his own moans as Saji takes his own sweet time sinking onto Klaus' cock.
They are still for just a moment. Then Saji asks, hesitantly, "--talk to me?"
Possibly unfortunately he says it just before he starts to move, which doesn't do much for Klaus' coherence. It's a good think Saji likes him when he's babbling incoherently, or so it seems from the kiss he gets half-way through.
It gives him a chance to get his brain cells together, somewhat, so that when Saji pulls back he can at least string a sentence together, more or less. "What should I talk about-- the shower?" Actually, that's a nice thought, so he just runs with it. "I'll wash your back-- well, I'll start with the back." He runs his hands down Saji's spine in illustration.
He thinks the way Saji moves is approval of where this is going so far. "Where else?" he asks.
"Oh," Klaus tells him, "all-- fuck keep doing that-- all over." He lets one hand drift down to Saji's right hip by way of demonstration. "Here," he says, and moves his other hand to caress the adorable smear of dirt on Saji's cheek. "And here. And, hmm--"
There is one obvious place on Saji that needs lots of Klaus' care and attention, but when he moves his hand over from Saji's hip to his cock he gets a mouthful of tongue before he gets the chance to say anything else.
"Everywhere," he promises, breathlessly, when Saji lets him breathe again. "Wherever you want me to, just keep fucking moving like that, faster, god--"
Klaus doesn't mean for it to sound so much like a demand. Saji happily goes along with it anyway, almost like a race, Klaus just trying to keep up and not slack off on the handjob. He keeps talking; he couldn't even tell you what, just babble, whatever comes into his head, mostly about how wonderful Saji looks and feels right now.
And when he hears that little hitch in Saji's breath that means he's close, he runs right out of words for a moment. Only for a moment; and then he kisses Saji's shoulder and remembers how to say things like I love you and come for me and my Saji.
He has no time to think about how that last is probably verging on too-possessive and he shouldn't have said it, because when he does say it is when Saji comes; Klaus happily follows him over the edge and clutches him tight. We really should go rowing more often.
It's only when Saji laughs that he realises that one was out loud. "Mmm, you said we were going to go camping next."
Mmm, camping. With Saji. And a sleeping-bag built for two. "We'll go camping somewhere you can rent a boat, then." he answers, and then winces at the state of the two of them. That's what you get for shagging in the woods half-clothed. "First, let's get cleaned up enough that we can get home without being arrested for indecency."
Because Shirin can and would-- well, she probably wouldn't arrest them. She would probably issue a departmental memo about appropriate behaviour for officers off-duty and tease Klaus mercilessly about it for weeks instead.
As it is, they escape with some slightly stained clothes and a vaguely suspicious look from the guy who is waiting to tie up the boat when they get back.
"You should teach me some self-defence," Saji says, as they're driving back.
Klaus knows full well that Halle has done plenty of that already, but he supposes a little refresher course is a good idea. Saji's worried about people like Graham, perhaps. "After the shower, maybe."
Saji nods, and smiles in a way that makes Klaus re-evalate his motives. "Next time I'll get away."
How did Klaus forget how gorgeous Saji is when he's being manipulative? "I promise you you won't," he replies, and nearly misses the turn-off for home, pre-occupied with thoughts of showers and alternative uses for restraint holds.
Saji has never been rowing.
This, Klaus thinks, is clearly a travesty, and so the next chance he gets, he drags Saji to a park on the outskirts of town which has good old-fashioned rowing boats, and the chance to moor three bridges upstream and have a picnic before you come back.
Also, as Shirin keeps pointing out every damn chance she gets, it's kind of, you know, romantic.
So that's the plan; a few hours of him, Saji, and a boat. It's a nice, hot day; Klaus will have an excuse to take his shirt off while he's rowing, not that he's trying to show off or anything. Saji, for his part, has promised to make lunch. There will be apple cupcakes. Without bacon, thank you very much.
It is all shaping up to be a very good day, until Klaus turns back from paying for the boat to see that Saji is not waiting by that one tree with the picnic things for him, but practically pinned to a tree by some asshole with the picnic basket on its side at his feet.
Half-way to sprinting towards them, Klaus realises that it's some blond asshole wearing a mask, which pretty well narrows down the culprit to oh great, who let that Acre guy get away from his handlers again?
For that matter, where the heck is Saji's taser, the one time when he really should be using it? Klaus pushes that thought away, and barrels into Acre from the side, pinning him face-down into the dirt. Textbook, apart from the bit where Acre keeps wriggling like a bag full of fucking eels and will probably break away if Klaus takes his attention away from the lunatic for even a second.
"You okay?" he asks Saji, who nods mutely. Klaus focuses on getting Acre to hold still long enough that Klaus can call some backup, and trying to ignore the usual ramblings about warriors and destiny and something about geisha or some shit.
Luckily, it only takes another five minutes for someone actually on duty to come take him. Presumably the lawyers or whoever will fetch him from the station and put him on some better drugs for a bit until he breaks free again and someone spots him hanging around the boy's changing rooms or whatever.
Saji slips his phone back into his pocket when Klaus gets done with the policework and comes back to him. Klaus gives him a hug. "Sure you're okay?"
Saji nods. "Can we still go rowing?"
Klaus grins. Saji seems happy to sit at the other end of the boat, checking the picnic hasn't been too disturbed by their little interlude. "The cupcakes okay?" Klaus has his priorities in order, yep.
"A little squashed," Saji reports. "I think they'll be fine. You're good at rowing."
Klaus feels insanely pleased about that little compliment for some reason. "It's not hard; just practice, that's all. Have a go on the way back; it'll be downstream then."
He may or may not speed up a little; it's not showing off, it's making the time before they can get off the boat and have some cupcakes shorter. Saji points out birds along the river-bank, and leans forward to feed Klaus a pre-lunch cupcake to keep his energy up.
As they round the corner and Klaus can just see the spot he wants to moor up coming into sight, Saji says, "When you-- stopped him--"
Klaus blinks, and attempts to interpret that. Restraint techniques often look painful or dangerous to civilians, so he tries reassurance. "He wasn't hurt, really. It's mostly about using your weight to keep someone pinned until they wear themselves out, that stuff-- I've got lots of books on it at home but unless you're planning on putting on a few pounds, might want to stick to the taser."
Saji's eyes flicked straight to the bottom of the boat. "I didn't want to hurt him. It was just Graham."
Klaus nearly dropped the oars. He'd sort of assumed that Graham Acre had latched onto Saji mostly at random, but the way Saji was speaking of him made it pretty clear that wasn't the case. "You've met him before?" he asked, trying to keep his tone level, and mostly succeeding, at least he thought.
Saji's eyes widened anyway. There was an uncomfortable pause; Saji was filtering through his thoughts, Klaus knew, looking for things he wasn't too afraid to say. "When we lived at Neil's-- Graham was sort of stalking Setsuna. He just wanted me to tell him where Setsuna was."
It is a truth. It is not, Klaus knows, the truth, but he'll take a truth to start with. "He's sick, you know that, right? He needs some sort of help. That doesn't make him not dangerous. Next time, use your taser."
After that, and Saji's mute nod of agreement, he drops the subject. He might try prising information out of Soran later, even though it's the proverbial blood out of a stone. Klaus pulls the boat alongside the bank and ties it up, instead. This picnic spot is a bit before the main one, usually pretty empty because there are no facilities, just a patch of shady grass; today it's thankfully deserted.
Saji lays out the picnic things, paying nervous, fidgety attention to where everything goes. Klaus lets him do that for a couple of minutes and then pulls him in for a hug. Saji clings; Klaus suspects he knows why, which is why he doesn't ask.
He knows those bastard tricks, and hates it when something he knows from work intrudes into his personal life; that shit should be separate. Except that it's not, because the reason Saji clings now, hides his face, hides his secrets (and the reason Halle said do not fucking say anything to him about fucking Regene Regetta)-- they're all the same reason.
He's not sure what Saji was told, but he can guess. Shame is a powerful weapon. "Do you think it would be cheating to have the cupcakes first?"
That gets him a little laugh. "Then what will you have for dessert?" Saji asks. The opening is almost too perfect; Klaus kisses him.
After a couple of minutes, he remembers that, deserted spot or not, they are in public, and pulls away. "Lunch first." Because Klaus is not much one for sex where people might walk (or row, in this case) past them.
One treacherous part of his brain is adding unless Saji really wants to to that decision, but he tries to ignore it. Cupcakes first, questions about what exactly counts as 'in public' later.
So he eats sandwiches and cupcakes and doesn't do anything about the way Saji keeps snuggling closer and closer until he feels Saji's hands resting hopefully on his belt buckle. "Do you actually want to have sex here or are you trying to distract me so I won't ask about Acre?"
Saji's eyes go wide. Klaus sighs and removes the hands from his belt, and Saji's eyes drop to the ground. "--sorry."
He pulls Saji close and kisses him gently. "I much prefer it when you jump me because you're thinking lewd thoughts about my shower, for the record."
They finish lunch like that, with Saji's head resting on Klaus' shoulder. Occasionally, they see other boats passing by; heading for the officially sanctioned picnicking area, presumably. Fine if you want a place to buy hotdogs and toilets with a roof on.
Not so good for watching Saji exploring the far side of Klaus' chosen picnic spot, coincidentally drifting around the corner where trees shield the view from the river. "Klaus?"
Klaus abandons the search for misplaced cupcakes in order to follow Saji around the bend. "Yeah?"
"What sort of flowers are these?"
He's referring to the little blue and white things poking up from the grass beneath his bare feet. Klaus makes a show of examining one and then shrugs. "Blue ones. I told you before, I only know the ones that are either edible or give you a rash--"
Saji tackles him. Klaus goes down, perhaps mostly because he's surprised (okay, aroused if he's being honest) by Saji taking the initiative, to the extent that he actually planned an ambush. They roll around in the grass for a bit until Klaus decides to put some effort into it and pins Saji. "Flowers, my ass."
"Now you're going to need a shower," Saji informs him, smiling. There's a great ruddy streak of dirt on his cheek, so Klaus isn't the only one.
He's so gorgeous when he's being a cheeky asshole. Klaus smiles back and, keeping him well pinned, grinds his hips down against Saji until he's appropriately pink-cheeked and gasping. It's a pyrrhic bloody victory if ever there was one, because the sight of Saji wriggling happily underneath him and the accompanying friction is driving him fucking mad.
All of a sudden, he remembers that he has no lube to hand. Well, fuck. Or not, rather. He's just readjusting his plans when Saji manages to wriggle around to reach a hand out, grab Klaus' wrist, and direct it to his jeans pocket, where he's tucked a little tube of something thankfully not bacon-scented.
He doesn't think Saji was ever a member of the Boy Scouts, but thank fuck he's got the 'always prepared' bit down. He kisses him by way of thanks. "You okay down there?" Klaus weighs a reasonable bit more than Saji, and he doesn't want to crush the breath out of him or anything.
Saji nods happily. "You're not that heavy. I could probably get away, anyway."
Oh, that Klaus will not have. Pride is at stake, here. "You could not," he informs Saji. "Just try it."
After a moment in which Saji just smiles, he does just that. Oh, he's agile; but he hasn't got the muscles, the body weight or the training to have any real hope of escaping out from underneath Klaus. There's a reason why they tell the new recruits to focus on not getting pinned, after all, and Klaus has a lot of experience teaching them why that's so important.
None of them ever looked as good trying to get out of a hold as Saji does now, though. He hopes he doesn't have inappropriate thoughts at work, next time he's demonstrating 'proper restraint techniques'.
Since Saji doesn't seem all that worried about the fact that he's not getting anywhere (apart from driving them both mad with the way he's squirming about), Klaus kisses him and presses down a little harder, letting his weight do the work for him. He'd have to be a lot stupider than he is to have not noticed that Saji likes getting pinned, but the strength of the response, the way Saji moans at him when he does it-- that's a little bit of a surprise.
A nice surprise, though. Could be a bit because they're outdoors, too; he really has to take Saji camping the next weekend he has free.
For the moment, he lifts off just enough to tug Saji's jeans and panties down sufficiently-- god, he wears black lace to go rowing with Klaus, there are no words for that. He tries to express how much he appreciates that fact with kisses, while he prepares Saji, trying to be quick and careful at the same time.
Only one of these things is easy to be when Saji is making those sort of noises every time he moves his fingers. "Now, Klaus-- please--" he says, when Klaus pauses for breath.
He needn't have bothered with the please; he had Klaus' attention just with that first word. Now sounds good. It sounds like the best idea either of them has had all day, in fact, so Klaus goes with it.
He's still a little worried about it being uncomfortable for Saji, so after a moment he moves them over, sitting with his back to the nearest tree and Saji in his lap. "Ride me?" he says, and hopes it sounds like a suggestion rather than a plea.
Saji kisses him, and unzips his jeans at the same time, taking the lube out of Klaus' hands. If he lets himself think about exactly where they are and how close to possible discovery-- well, he shouldn't, so he doesn't. He concentrates on Saji's hands on his cock, gentle, teasing, and then the feel of Saji's weight settling across his thighs as Saji shifts to find the best position.
When he dares look, he notes that Saji has mostly undressed from the waist down, but still has his panties tangled around one of his ankles. That overrides any remaining fear of discovery; he presses a kiss to Saji's shoulder mostly to muffle his own moans as Saji takes his own sweet time sinking onto Klaus' cock.
They are still for just a moment. Then Saji asks, hesitantly, "--talk to me?"
Possibly unfortunately he says it just before he starts to move, which doesn't do much for Klaus' coherence. It's a good think Saji likes him when he's babbling incoherently, or so it seems from the kiss he gets half-way through.
It gives him a chance to get his brain cells together, somewhat, so that when Saji pulls back he can at least string a sentence together, more or less. "What should I talk about-- the shower?" Actually, that's a nice thought, so he just runs with it. "I'll wash your back-- well, I'll start with the back." He runs his hands down Saji's spine in illustration.
He thinks the way Saji moves is approval of where this is going so far. "Where else?" he asks.
"Oh," Klaus tells him, "all-- fuck keep doing that-- all over." He lets one hand drift down to Saji's right hip by way of demonstration. "Here," he says, and moves his other hand to caress the adorable smear of dirt on Saji's cheek. "And here. And, hmm--"
There is one obvious place on Saji that needs lots of Klaus' care and attention, but when he moves his hand over from Saji's hip to his cock he gets a mouthful of tongue before he gets the chance to say anything else.
"Everywhere," he promises, breathlessly, when Saji lets him breathe again. "Wherever you want me to, just keep fucking moving like that, faster, god--"
Klaus doesn't mean for it to sound so much like a demand. Saji happily goes along with it anyway, almost like a race, Klaus just trying to keep up and not slack off on the handjob. He keeps talking; he couldn't even tell you what, just babble, whatever comes into his head, mostly about how wonderful Saji looks and feels right now.
And when he hears that little hitch in Saji's breath that means he's close, he runs right out of words for a moment. Only for a moment; and then he kisses Saji's shoulder and remembers how to say things like I love you and come for me and my Saji.
He has no time to think about how that last is probably verging on too-possessive and he shouldn't have said it, because when he does say it is when Saji comes; Klaus happily follows him over the edge and clutches him tight. We really should go rowing more often.
It's only when Saji laughs that he realises that one was out loud. "Mmm, you said we were going to go camping next."
Mmm, camping. With Saji. And a sleeping-bag built for two. "We'll go camping somewhere you can rent a boat, then." he answers, and then winces at the state of the two of them. That's what you get for shagging in the woods half-clothed. "First, let's get cleaned up enough that we can get home without being arrested for indecency."
Because Shirin can and would-- well, she probably wouldn't arrest them. She would probably issue a departmental memo about appropriate behaviour for officers off-duty and tease Klaus mercilessly about it for weeks instead.
As it is, they escape with some slightly stained clothes and a vaguely suspicious look from the guy who is waiting to tie up the boat when they get back.
"You should teach me some self-defence," Saji says, as they're driving back.
Klaus knows full well that Halle has done plenty of that already, but he supposes a little refresher course is a good idea. Saji's worried about people like Graham, perhaps. "After the shower, maybe."
Saji nods, and smiles in a way that makes Klaus re-evalate his motives. "Next time I'll get away."
How did Klaus forget how gorgeous Saji is when he's being manipulative? "I promise you you won't," he replies, and nearly misses the turn-off for home, pre-occupied with thoughts of showers and alternative uses for restraint holds.