[For Layla]

[howmanylives]

Chandler once said the true detective never marries. It's something I've kept in mind throughout the course of exploring this... thing with Layla, a niggling doubt at the back of my head that whispers at the most inopportune of moments. Marriage isn't in the cards for me, not by a long shot, but it is part of the natural progression. First comes

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[butterflyfactor]

Layla had watched Jamie's... surreptitious fussing for the past week, not commenting verbally or otherwise, satisfied to have had him propose the idea in the first place. Whatever end he arrived at, she'd been sure it would be...

Well, it would be something.

The blind fold had actually been sort of reassuring, that his flair- his addiction- to the dramatic hadn't been diminished by island living. Although it had been a little bit of a bummer, because he looked greatLayla had conceded to the Date ritual by wearing a real dress. Admittedly it was a cotton, cap sleeved, boat necked, knee length white dress with nautical stripes running horizontally down its length, but it was a dress. She had a motif, she figured, one that Jamie apparently appreciated, so

[howmanylives]

"Ear plugs would've done away with the witty repartee," Jamie replied, absently pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he stepped out beside her, holding out his hand for her to take. It wasn't a long walk to the blanket, hardly more than a few steps, but he'd promised her a real date, and it seemed an easy enough concession to make, even if it was a little out of their normal spectrum of contact. It almost bordered on domestic. "There's only so much I was willing to sacrifice."

[butterflyfactor]

One side of her mouth tugged up in a smirk, and she slipped his hand into his, starting forward.

Small steps.

"Well, everyone has their limit."

[howmanylives]

"Some more than others," he said dryly. He'd been looking at the whole walk out there -- the blindfold had meant he could stare all he want, a fact that he'd taken full advantage of for the better part of an hour -- but he found he couldn't stop, even now. It was rare, seeing Layla out of her usual layers. For once they'd both dressed for the weather.

Coming to a stop, he gestured towards the blanket, as ready to help her sit down as he was to leave her to her own devices, not yet sure, exactly, how far he should take this. "You look great, by the way."