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[little_moons]

It was a good day. Busy and hectic and humiliatingly domestic, but a good day. By some fuckin' miracle, the girls slept 'til seven, and Mike and I were heading out the door to open up the restaurant while Tom was getting them up and dressed for the day. I spent the morning there, sitting behind the bar with an open textbook, then I made the walk up

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[m_pinocchio]

For a few minutes he just watches, the graceful curve of a back in the water, the angle of a shoulderblade, wet, dark hair. This is very familiar. Some kind of insanity had put them both right here what feels like forever ago, naked and swimming and trying to pretend to themselves and each other that they didn't both want the exact same thing.

And now no one has to pretend a thing.

He sits down on the bank, slips his bare feet into the water. "Always thought that was a good look for you."

[m_pinocchio]

"He should've just fucking jumped, then," he says quietly, tilting his head back to look up at the rockface looming over them. Thinking back to that day, that crazy tornado that swept in and rearranged a great deal.

"I never went off the top. Not the very top. Not that I remember."

[little_moons]

"Wanna do it now?" I suggest, flashing him a playful smirk, "I mean, knowin' my luck, you'd break your fuckin' neck and then Tom'd blame me for it, but we could do it together."

[m_pinocchio]

"He wouldn't blame you," he says, laughing against the nape of Neil's neck. "Fuck, you know he'd get pissed at me first."

He looks up at the rockface again, the crash of the falls and the little edge of craziness that the night always throws into his blood. He's half-blind and limping and he's never felt more alive than he does right now.

"Yeah. Okay."

[little_moons]

Barking out a laugh, I pull away from him, swimming toward the rocks and glancing back to make sure he's following.

"Alright, old man. Let's see what you can do."

[m_pinocchio]

"'Old man'?" He lets out a sardonic snort of laughter and follows, stroking easily after and catching Neil briefly by the ankle before his hand slips away again.

"I can do a lot. Figured you'd know that by now."

[little_moons]

"I'm a slow learner," I mutter, rolling my eyes and biting back a grin as I climb out dripping and naked onto the rocks.

"You gotta keep reminding me, you know?" And as if the old man thing was ever a problem for me.

[m_pinocchio]

"By fucking jumping off things?" He hangs back just a second or two, gaze following Neil's movement, the way the shadows catch and drape him, the way his skin glistens. He pushes himself up and out, grinning, one hand finding Neil's waist and hanging on.

"You open to other ways?"

[little_moons]

"You know I'm open to pretty much anything," I say, grinning back at him over my shoulder and then stepping back against his chest.

"Why, you got a better idea right now?"

[m_pinocchio]

"That's a fucking stupid question." His hands moves up, fingers brushing against and then lightly tweaking a nipple, but just as quick he's gently pushing Neil away from him, looking up again at the top of the waterfall.

"But it can wait. See if you survive this first."