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[aimedforthemoon]

It's late afternoon - still warm, but late enough that the moon is out - and Esfir is lying on the grass, shoes next to her and pants rolled up. She's gazing up at the blue sky, one hand under her head.

The other is out in front of her and, one eyes closed, she is making the moon vanish and appear just by moving her thumb.

(possibly, she really shouldn't be doing this)

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He hasn't had the chance to ask Jack or Ianto about her possible job, yet. He still intends to, but the door grabbed him before he could.

Owen walks up behind her, casting a shadow stretching out to fall on her.

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Her reaction is almost startling. It's certainly startled.

She rolls over and up into a crouch as soon as his shadow falls, face up and expression almost...fierce.

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And Owen stops in his tracks, hands raised placatingly.

"Hey. It's only me."

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She almost visibly relaxes, smile curling up at the side.

"You startled me."

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"It's probably pretty safe here, you know", he says, strolling over to join her.

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"You said 'probably'," she points out.

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"No such thing as completely safe. Not really."

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"I think my paranoia still has a use, then."

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Owen snorts.

"Yeah, point taken."

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"Sit down?"

She's getting a crink in her neck.

Worse than normal.

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"...right."

He sits, legs folded under him in a way that probably shouldn't be comfortable but seems to be anyway.

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"You're too tall."

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"...you know, I think that might be the first time I've ever heard that", he says wryly.

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The bed is a mess - as is the room, what with the clothes scattered about - and the pair in it are distinctly post-coital.

Owen stretches lazily and wishes, vaguely, for the cigarettes he gave up yet again two months ago.

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Esfir is curled up on her side, breathing approaching even again, eyes closed and fingers fiddling with the dogtags around her neck.

It's a less absent movement than one might expect.

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He'd think she was sleeping, if not for her fingers moving.

He glances over at her again, but doesn't really have anything to say.

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Her eyes open and her expression turns from distant to thoughtful.

"Mozhet ooveedeemsa zaftra?" She murmurs, mostly to herself, and then she looks amused.

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Owen blinks, getting the gist of that and looking a little wary. He doesn't do relationships very well.

"Tomorrow?"

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"You are a good distraction," she says, dryly enough that it's obvious that was essentially the entirety of her thought-process.

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"Ah." He relaxes. "Well, I can play distraction for that kind of payback."

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Amused (and curious),

"You thought I mean something different?"

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Since she didn't, he can answer that honestly.

"I'm not out for commitment. Too serious for me."

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"Good. I'm a little too, what's the term? Fuck up?"

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"Fucked up", Owen corrects automatically. "Glad we're on the same page, then."

[aimedforthemoon]

"You do not have to worry about me."