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She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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"Ah, but think about it, how serious have any of your other attempts been since youmet her hmmm?" she teased back, eyes sparkling.

Rachel matchmaking? Never. Rachel not being a Jason-in-denial? Of course.

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, I gues I'm just spoiled back home. I don't have to try there. But I guess you're right. Does that mean I should put the moves on you?"

He might be serious.

"You don't want to do that Jason" she admitted easily, if a bit sadly, serious or no, it's true.

"And I'm certainly not on par with her" she teased gently. "So we'll keep at least my name off the lists of "to be explained after she really figures out what I do for a living"..."

He cups her cheek and kisses her very gently on the forehead.

"Don't sell yourself short, Rach."

He resumes the teasing tone. "And I told her what I do..."

"I don't, but I know what I'm not" dating material being one of the things...she's grinning though.

"But you worry that she doesn't truly understand"

His grin brightens.

"Yeah, but I'm hoping to get her hooked enough on me that all that won't matter."

And that got a laugh, short, bright and ringing. "And you think you're not hooked?"

He makes a face, but his eyes are bright.

"Shush, you. I'm trying to behave here."

He sighs against her, enjoying that slightly smokey scent of her from the fire.

"You still going to dance with me at the wedding? I asked her out like you told me to..."

"And you're behaving rather well, so why bother being quiet?" she chuckled easily.

"Yeah, I said I would, I warn you about my lack of ability though." she fully intends to give each of her friends a dance then dissapear all told.

He gives her a squeeze, laughing slightly.

"Because the more you make me think about her, the more I want to go break down her door."

He rests his head against her, savouring the sensation of having someone there.
"You dance beautifully. And if you're worried about steps, just let me lead. You're graceful enough to follow along."

"Well, I won't let you do that" she chuckled, tightening her arms slightly for emphasis.

Then she sobered slightly "Are you sure you'll be happy with her? She can't act like girls from your world, you know that...you really want her though..." but is it a passing obsession? She doesn't want Jaso to work so hard for someone and not be happy...

"Eh, I don't dance with people" she chuckled. She dances alone, always has...not as sad as it seems.

He sobers as well.

"I don't know. I've taken the time to get to know her, or at least tried to, and I know that she isn't going to be...what I'm used to."

He rolls in her embrace, looking up at the sky. "What I do know is that I care about her, and I want her to be happy. If that means I have to tone it down...I can only give it a shot, right?"

She nodded, cradling her head on his chest and tapping her fingertips idly along his ribs. "Then yeah, you've fallen hard. When you want her to be happy instead of yourself, and you're going to try without even knowing you'll succeed? Damn, you're growing up" she sighed.

He smiles, eyes closed, still facing the sky.

"Yeah, scary huh? Just don't go spreading that around. Reputation and..." he fades off, mumbling incoherently.

"Mums the word" she promised easily,. hugging him gently.

"Can give you dreams at least? Tap you into the future a bit, or straight up imagination running wild...?"

He smirks, cracking an eye open.

"You don't think my imagination does that enough?"

His arm tightens around her, returning the hug. "S'fine by me, as long as you don't mind if I get a little friendly in my sleep."

"Job risk" she stated soberly, though she smiled sadly. He'd be resting well tonight, deep in dreams and body sent into a slumber that would rest him well...

"Imagination it is" and she slipped gently into his mind, crafting from his memories and hopes, tying in his heart and then slipping away as she sent his body deep into slumber.

He smiles and presses a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Thanks Rach. Try and sleep well, ok?"

He presses himself against her, feeling the oddly familiar sensation of someone entering his mind. With a contented sigh he drifts off, a smile on his face.

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