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[notplaying]

He'd been going through them slowly. One every four days, about. There was a box, and it seemed like they were endless, but in truth, he knew they'd be gone far too quickly if he didn't exercise some self-control

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[playingitcool]

CJ had spent the day at the beach and was on her way back. Towel over her arm and sarong around her waist, she smelled the smoke before she saw him in the dwindling light.

"Smells like home," she said, smiling at him and wandering closer. "Did you win something or is this just because?"

[notplaying]

"I wrote today," he said with a vaguely dismissive half smile that doubled as a greeting.

"Not much. At least, not much of what I intended, but something, at least." He paused.

"So just because, yeah." He glanced over her get-up and raised his eyebrows.

"Tanning, were we?"

[playingitcool]

"Shading," she replied, spreading her towel and sitting beside him. She smelled of coconuts and warm skin. "It finally got too dark to read. What did you write?"

[notplaying]

God, she smelled like coconut and...well. CJ. He was very, very well acquainted with that smell. It was torture. He looked down at the sand.

"Groundwork for legislation. Ideas. Nothing usable or that I would present for public consumption, but something."