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[aimedforthemoon]

It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head

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[sorryimatwat]

He hasn't had the chance to ask Jack or Ianto about her possible job, yet. He still intends to, but the door grabbed him before he could.

Owen walks up behind her, casting a shadow stretching out to fall on her.

[aimedforthemoon]

Her reaction is almost startling. It's certainly startled.

She rolls over and up into a crouch as soon as his shadow falls, face up and expression almost...fierce.

[sorryimatwat]

And Owen stops in his tracks, hands raised placatingly.

"Hey. It's only me."

[aimedforthemoon]

She almost visibly relaxes, smile curling up at the side.

"You startled me."

[sorryimatwat]

The bed is a mess - as is the room, what with the clothes scattered about - and the pair in it are distinctly post-coital.

Owen stretches lazily and wishes, vaguely, for the cigarettes he gave up yet again two months ago.

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir is curled up on her side, breathing approaching even again, eyes closed and fingers fiddling with the dogtags around her neck.

It's a less absent movement than one might expect.

[sorryimatwat]

He'd think she was sleeping, if not for her fingers moving.

He glances over at her again, but doesn't really have anything to say.

[aimedforthemoon]

Her eyes open and her expression turns from distant to thoughtful.

"Mozhet ooveedeemsa zaftra?" She murmurs, mostly to herself, and then she looks amused.