Football [Saturday Afternoon]

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Since the sun is shining and the weather is cool, John decides to head outside again. He's got an old football under on arm and a water bottle and some cookies in his hands.

He heads out into one of the empty courtyards and drops the cookies and water under the shade of a tree. He takes the football and starts tossing it to himself, running around and pretending he was John Elway, diving over defenders and winning the Super Bowl.

John wonders if anyone's open for a friendly game of football.


OOC: Open to anyone, guys and girls!

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"Considering my mastery of that basketball thing, I don't know that this would be much better," she says, studying the football.

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John smiles and backs up a few steps. "Well, I won't teach you the whole game. Basics? When you have the ball, you wanna score. And since I don't have the ball, I try to stop you." John crouches low. "So, try to get by me," he challenges.

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This feels idiotic, but Aeryn rolls her eyes and tries to run past him.

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John smiles, steps forward a bit, and snags her around the waist, stopping her forward progress.

He pulls her back against his chest and laughs in her ear. "See, fun?"

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"Does the game usually go like this?" she asks with a little smile.

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"No." He decides to take a chance. "Crap, slipped!" John says and pretends to slip and fall. Since he's still hanging on to Aeryn, she tumbles down with him.

Taking the advantage, John scoops the ball up and runs. "Touchdown!" He says and jumps in triumph.

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Laughing, Aeryn sits up. "Something tells me that's not the way to play!"

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John laughs and trots back over to her. He kneels down, smiling. "No, that's not the right way but it's the Crichton way!"

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"I think there's something wrong with the Crichton way," she says, and pushes him over.

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John hits the ground with a thump and laughs. He tosses the football lightly at her stomach. "Playing dirty now, are we?"

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She catches it, barely. "You started it."

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"Oh, the blame game," John says and sits up. John kicks her leg lightly with his. "I think you'd have more fun...wrestling," he says with a sly smile.

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Aeryn moves her leg so that it's resting over his, pinning it in place. "Wouldn't try it if I were you," she teases.

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"That almost sounds like a...challenge," John says quickly. He scoots closer, making it like he's about to kiss her before, at the last second, grinning wildly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and attempting to take her down with him.

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Aeryn does not shriek in surprise. She does manage to get her head out from under John's arm, though it's not easy. She grabs his hands, trying to keep him from doing that again. "Good to know you're up for a challenge," she grins.

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"Always baby, always." He tries to squirm his arms out from her grip. "I dare you to kiss me."

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Still holding his hands, she does, and waits for whatever he's going to do.

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John sighs. "Thanks, I kind of needed that.' He moves one pair of their joined hands to his mouth and kisses the top of her hand. "See, I'm not mean all the time."

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"You have your moments," she admits, and kisses him again.

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It's fun to lull her into that false sense of security. While she's kissing him, John takes the advantage and rolls them until he's on top of her, holding her down and grinning. "Now admit that I'm good."

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She kicks him in the shin. "No."

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John winces but doesn't let go of her hands. "I am good though. Admit it," he says just before leaning down and blowing raspberries against her neck.

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Aeryn squirms away as best she can. "First you need to stop doing that," she says, and she is not going to start laughing right now.

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John frowns before scooting closer. "Aww, okay." He waggles his eyebrows before pouncing again. He slides her shirt up just a bit and raspberries her stomach.

Death wish? Maybe? But it was so much fun to be playful.

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Aeryn didn't mean to bring her knee up into John's shoulder, but it was an involuntary reaction. "That's no better!" she yells, trying very hard not to laugh.