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02 June 2017 @ 10:32 pm
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Meeting and not meeting each other's gaze.

Nick set his glass down, and stared at the table. "This isn't safe."

"I didn't come here looking for safe."

"Oh . . . Sorry. I don't have any practice in recognizing subtle . . . come-ons.

One big brown eye studied him. Puzzled. "I . . . accepted your invitation to enter your home . . . Most men consider that more than enough of a come-on."

Nick dry swallowed. "I thought that was just a criminal defense in case of rape . . . but you think normal people use it . . . instead of being more forward?"

The parts of her face he could see were getting red. "Umm . . . well, you said you weren't safe to be around. So I thought . . . "

"That I'd pounce the second you crossed my threshold? I, umm, certainly thought about it . . . " He looked up and met her hungry gaze. And got up and walked around the table.

***

"When we're rescued, you'll leave, won't you?" Nick trailed finger along her cheekbone and circled back along her jaw.

"Do you really think we'll be rescued? I know how hard it will be for them to find us." Dipper bit her lip. "But that man you keep saying you met. Why should he bother looking for us?"

"He said there was a whole Multidimensional organization. And his own Other One World. And two versions of Earth. I don't know how long it will take. And what will you do? Do you want entanglements holding you here?"

Her arm withdrew from around his ribcage, fingers trailing and tickling. "I don't know. I suppose I'll just have to see how entangled I am, if and when it happens." She shifted her bandaged cheek on his shoulder. "And depending on how well I heal . . . I may have to retire from the Presidential guard . . . binocular vision really is necessary."

He huffed out a breath. "So now I have to hope you don't heal very well?"

"Humph! I'll probably scar hideously." Her offhand tone wavered. "You won't want me, then."

He pulled her tight against him. "If I don't want you it won't because of scars. Let's see . . . trying to arrest me . . . shooting my little sister . . . eating crackers in bed . . . "

She snorted and relaxed against him. "Sorry, I'm afraid to find out. But it was just first and second degree burns, no . . . char. And my vision depends on whether my eye scars much."

"I have Zowie Juice. More can't hurt . . . right?"

"Oh, good idea . . . you're going to need some yourself, to keep up with my demands."

"A man's got to do what a man's got to do."