Deck, Saturday Afternoon

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It was warm outside. There was no way freaking way Hannibal was going to stay inside when ti was warm and sunny and there was fresh air to be had. He thought of going to the beach but figured the water wouldn't have warmed up over night so the deck it was.

There, at least, he could get out of his shirt (exhibitionism whoo!), get himself a cold drink (no telling what was in it) and enjoy himself. Finals were done, the semester was done and summer was coming.

There was really no better way to spend a Saturday in his opinion.

[deck is ooooooooopen!]

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[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Mm, I don't know how I feel about that," she said. "Other people trying to stick their hands all over you."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You'd be the one arising curiosity with your handprint pattern making on my chest," he pointed out. "It'd be all your fault."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Damn you and your logic," she grumbled mildly, turning to kiss his cheek.

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"Hey, you can still put your hands on me," he said, smiling. "Just no handprint patterns. Who knows what sort of things you might bring on me?"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Just no handprint patterns?" she asked, grinning at him. That left so much scope!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"...depends on what else you're planning," he said upon seeing that grin.

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Aww. You don't trust me?" she asked, tapping him with her fingertips again.

Yeah, with that grin, possibly wise.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No, I trust you," he said. "I also know you. And I know you're devious. What are you planning?"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Nothing," she said brightly. "I am planning nothing."

"... Maybe I could draw on you in sunscreen. Little flowers or stick figures," she mused, still smirking teasingly.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"What is your fascination with marking my skin?" he asked, amused. "Don't you do that enough with your nails?"

He thought he was cute, yes.

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"This is just what you get for dating an artist," she told him, curling her fingers to demonstrate those nails. "Anything that sits still long enough is a canvas."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"So, I'm no longer your boyfriend, I'm a canvas?" he asked, watching her fingers. "I've been reduced to an art material!"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Not reduced," she corrected. "Your uses have been expanded to include that!" Totally better!

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"So, what are my other uses?" he asked curiously. "You seem to keep track of these things!"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"At the moment? A particularly comfy sun bed," she teased, leaning in to kiss him.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I'm so used," he said, not sounding particularly bothered as he met her halfway to return that kiss.

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela smiled against his lips. "You offered," she pointed out, barely pulling away. "Can't go complaining now."

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"I wasn't complaining," he said, smiling a little. "I was making an observation. I'm just an attractive guy who's being used as a canvas and a chair and other things. Woe is me."

Another smile.

"That was some complaining."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"You have a funny, funny way of doing it," Angela told him in a murmur. You know, with the smiling and everything. "And you are definitel not 'just' anything," she added, kissing him again.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Aww, I'm more than just an attractive, comfortable chair, canvas type guy?" he asked, grinning against her lips. "I just don't think you want to hear my terrible, terrible complaining."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"As good as that reasoning of yours is?" Angela said quietly. "Wrooong."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"The girl I like only likes me because I'm comfortable and she can draw on me," Hannibal aid, trying that complaining again. "I'm sooooooo abused."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"No one's going to believe that. I'm far too cute and innocent," she claimed easily. "Besides, I only threaten to draw, I've never actually done it."

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"Oh, you are not innocent," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "No way, no how. You find me a person who knows you who believes you're innocent."

Pause.

"That's not related to you."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I've got people that would vouch for me," she said, smiling brightly at him. "You'll see."