For pdg_mortie POOLS CLOSED

[sweetsalome]

    Salome never really got out of her bathing suit, oh for bed time and for general school she changed, but during the day clothes were optional.  Especially on hot days like this one, leaning on the door frame, she chewed on her lip and shifted her bag and towel from one arm to another.  It was dark outside, and so she hoped the pool would be empty, who else would be swimming at night:?  Glancing outside, she sighed and then looked back toward the bedroom.

    "Mortie!  C'mon!"

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"Not a big fan of prunes?" Laughing she slowly pushed away from him and made her way to the stairs. Fixing her bathing suit, she slowly climbed out and trotted back to their things. Wrapping the towel around herself she made sure to get as much water as possible.

When she was semi dry she took her flip flops from her bag and put them on before shoving her dry clothes back into her bag.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

He got out of the pool right behind her and dried off in a similar fashion, putting his shoes and shirt back on after he was try then rubbing at his hair with the damp towel. He knew he'd be in the shower as soon as they went back to the apartment, but he still didn't want to drip all over the place.

As he watched her gather her things, he tried to picture them doing this or any other sort of routine together, as a couple. Tried to imagine what it would be like to actually share his life with someone, his living space. How hard would it be?

Smiling at her once she was all packed up, Mortie grabbed his keys and headed for the gate, "You never did say what you did all day...did you really just go to the beach?"

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

She walked with him, nodding her head a little as she tried to get a comb through it. "Yes, oh, I wandered around a used book store for awhile, I found a really neat book about paintings. So I looked at that when I got home."

The book store was an accident, she had to use the rest room and sort of stumbled into the place. Of course she couldn't use the rest room without buying something so she grabbed the nearest book she could find it. It was about impressionists painters, the freak find had intruiged her and she had spent the better part of the evening reading it.

"Maybe I'll go to school for art," she remarked as they walked back up to his door. "I could do that, right?"

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

He grinned at her mentioning the book store. "Yeah? And sure, even if you don't have any actual artistic ability you can always study art history and things like that." He gave her a curious look, considering, "Do you draw? Paint?"

He realized that he really didn't know much about her interests or hobbies, if she had any beyond swimming and boating. They really should spend more time talking and less time trying to push the limits of their physical relationship. That's what normal people did, wasn't it?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

She shook her head and then gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "No, I'm not very artistically inclined, I mean I can see it in my head but I can't seem to get my fingers to do it. You know what I mean?"

When they got inside, she carefully took off her flip flops and set them aside. She was becoming very aware of how he wanted things, how they should be in place and was trying hard to respect that. "I think people who can do things with their hands are great, artists, musicians, even doctors. I mean you have to have steady hands to sew people up and cut them open, right?" Turning her head, she smiled at him expectantly.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know what that's like. It takes practice." He shrugged as he continued to walk through the apartment, intent on taking a shower and getting clean before doing anything else. "Steady, trained hands. It's all learned skill and muscle memory, really. Precision is really just having patience."

He went into the bathroom and folded the wet pool towel, added his wet clothes on top of that and left them stacked on the counter as he turned on the shower. Hot.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm not very good with patience, I guess that's my real weakness." Maybe it was a teenage thing, but she could never really concentrate on one thing long enough to get really good at it. Except swimming and boating, but that was because she didn't have anything else to do down there.

She watched him head to the bathroom and thought about going after him, but hung back. Walking to the bedroom, she stripped down out of her bathing suit and put it in her towel so nothing else could get wet. Pulling on a big tee-shirt she roamed up and down the hallway, humming to herself as she waited her turn.