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The Pool [afternoon]

Rory woke up late on Sunday and took care of her errands before padding down to the basement in a pair of flip-flops and some boardshorts, as well as her very modest bathing suit and a towel around her neck.

She dipped a toe into the pool's water and upon finding it nice and neutrally lukewarm, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge to wait for Luke.

[Rory's here for Luke, but totally open for all your swimmy needs! It's an indoor pool, so fair to assume the water's fine. :D]

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"Yes," Luke said, pushing off of the bottom and swimming away.

No one would ever mistake him for a fish, but he'd made some serious progress for a guy who'd never been completely submersed in water before in his life.

He waved spastically from the other side of the pool. "It worked!"

Rory grinned. "I can see that."

Luke swam back. "It worked!" he said again, grinning harder.

"Yes, yes it did." Rory bounced in the water. "I don't fail at teaching!"

Luke reached over and gave her a very wet hug. "Thank you."

Rory tentatively returned the hug, because they were wet and her bathing suit was pretty thin and so yeah, shyness. "You're welcome, honey. I'm just glad to be able to, you know, actually teach you something."

Luke pulled away a second later, blushing. "Me too," he said. "Um, not that you needed to teach me anything."

"No, but I feel left out," she admitted. "Isabel's got your telekinesis covered, Peter's doing lightsaber work, Aeryn's teaching you to spar...."

"You're the most important one," Luke blurted. "You've given me...history. An idea of what it's supposed to be like to be a Jedi." He looked away. "And a Skywalker," he mumbled, almost too quiet to be heard.

Rory smiled softly. "I suppose that's true. But I wish I had more solid stuff to, you know, help you with Vader."

She was giving him an incentive not to go out in a blaze of glory, but Luke had a feeling that wasn't exactly the sort of thing she'd want to hear.

"What you give me is more than enough," he said, still looking away.

Rory smiled. "If you say so," she said, pushing herself up to sit on the side of the pool. "Want to keep doing laps, or to come out before you turn all wrinkly like a raisin?"

"There's all this water," Luke said, "and I'm not going to die in it!"

In other words, Rory was probably going to have to drag his pruny self out of it.

"No, you're not," Rory giggled. "Want to try something fun?"

"Yes!" Luke said, splashing around a bit.

"Okay, get out," she said, standing up.

"Do I get to go back in?" Luke asked, making his way over to the side.

"Yes," she promised.

Luke hauled himself out of the water, then glanced at Rory. "Now what?" he asked.

Rory pointed at the deep end. "Aim over there, okay? And away from the walls."

And with that, she gave a little run forward and jumped out over the water to tuck her knees up against her chest and cannnonball down into the water.

Luke cracked up. "You're allowed to do that?" he said. "Waste water?"

Rory surfaced, pushing her hair out of her face. "We have a lot of it," she said, padddling over to the edge. "Your turn!"

"Here goes nothing," Luke muttered to himself, then flung himself into the water with a whoop and a huge splash.

He laughed as he swam closer to Rory. "Race you back to do it again!"

"Okay!" Rory said, and deliberately started swimming more slowly than she would normally.

Luke flailed past her and reached the wall first.

"You let me win," he said with a small smile.

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