( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

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[motivation]

You've seen right through me.

( he's circling, figuratively more than literally, while dutch stays still, both figuratively and literally, not moving from her spot in the pool but watching john's every move, lips curving upward. )

My evil plan, exposed.

[impavid]

It's a nice shirt.

[ It's a pretty boring shirt. ]

You can come and get it, if you want it so badly.

[ You can come and get him, too, if you actually want him. ]

[motivation]

Do you always make the girl do all the work?

( she fires back, quick, eyebrows raised. there's a challenge in her tone and her expression, for all that she's grinning. she does move a little closer toward the middle of the pool. toward him, too. )

[impavid]

Some girls like that. Some prefer it when I do all the work. Wasn't sure which you were.

[ Maybe she's neither. Maybe she prefers an equal opportunity struggle. She definitely looks like she could do him some damage if she wanted to, after all. ]

[motivation]

A little of one, a little of the other.

( dutch doesn't know how to be passive, but she's not willing to put in an effort if she gets nothing back, it's that simple. )

So, you coming in?

[impavid]

Guess I am.

[ She seems interested enough, and he has no reason not to. Hell, he's even still got his swimwear on underneath so there's no excuse. John unbuttons his cargo shorts and drops them on the rocks -- the ends trailing through the water for a second.

Then he slips down into the lagoon, drops himself all the way under for a second to get himself accustomed to the temperature and shakes water out of his hair like a dog as he comes back up. ]

Better?

[ The smile he flicks her is entirely irreverent, like he doesn't really care either way. ]

[motivation]

( he drops his pants and slides into and then under the water. when he comes back up again, dutch throws him a grin, something pleased and a little dangerous. )

Much.

( a beat. for a moment, she seems content to leave it at that. then: ) Gonna come closer?

[impavid]

[ John and danger are a combination that compliment and enhance each other, like chocolate and peanut butter.

Dutch grins at him, and he's trapped like like a fish on a hook. He drops under the water swims forward then surges up in front of her, making to grab Dutch and tug her toward his chest. If she'll let him, anyway. ]

Close enough?

[ If you didn't think John was full of bad lines, you're wrong. ]

[motivation]

( he grabs her and dutch lets him, moving against him easily and sliding her arms around his neck. at his question, she pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully. )

Better, at least.

( a beat. )

But you could be closer.

( he's not the only one with bad lines. )

[impavid]

Yeah?

[ Yeah, he thinks so too.

He moves both of them through the water now that she's holding on, until he can press her up against a rocky outcrop. Until he can plaster his body more easily against hers, and move a hand up to slide one of her straps off her shoulder. ]

How much closer?

[ You thought it'd stop? There's only one way to shut this man up. ]

[motivation]

Just a little bit more.

[ dutch's lips curl up, pleased with how close he's already come, pleased with the initiative that has their bodies pressing together. she slides one of her legs up over his hip, back arching a little, head tipped back, looking at him steadily, invitation obvious. ]