Tactical Retreat [OTA]

[shoothetarget]

Fox didn't run away. She did, however, choose not to stick around after something if she could help it. Leaving after their rendezvous on the beach was something Fox wanted to do. It was too weird waking up in the same bed as Rob, even if they'd managed to make it back to his room somewhere in the early hours of the morning. Sand in unusual places

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[tacticalmind]

Rob had always been a light sleeper. Probably something to do with being a soldier, part of him was generally always on alert to changes around him. This morning, however, it did take a bit more than usual for him to rouse and it was only when he heard his room door click closed that he shot up in bed aware something had changed

[shoothetarget]

At first Fox had been ready to dismiss whoever dared to intercept her, and nearly growled. She was stopped short by Rob's words, and frowned at him. "I didn't want to stay. It has nothing to do with your bodily functions, however noisy." She looked him over, taking in the sweatpants, and bare feet. "Miss me already?"

[tacticalmind]

"Just curious," Rob replied and then stepped out of her way, gesturing out the door. He held her gaze for a few moments before continuing. "Who am I to get in the way of what you didn't want to do."

[shoothetarget]

Fox glanced at the door as her weight shifted, and her gaze locked with Rob's again. Her lips pressed together and the frown faded as her expression softened. Then she seemed to show something akin to embarrassment. "I don't know how to stay," she said quietly. Her eyes flicked away again, and she cleared her throat.