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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[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.