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[For a change, Sirius actually looks happy as he puts up a new post. This can be attributed to a single fact.]

I've been working on it with Kaylee for a long time and recently I actually managed to fix her up completely. Not quite the same I used to have, but close enough.

[With that he tilts the watch a bit and holds his arm out so a motorcycle he's currently sitting on comes into view.]

She already made it through some rides, so no worries there. Just one question and I'm sure at least one esteemed expert is watching my every move as always anyway and can answer: Are there any air traffic rules for this place?

[Actual pictures after the cut. This is forever how I can justify this PB choice.]

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I hope not. It's pretty great so far.

[He pauses for a moment, his hand perhaps tightening a bit around hers.]

I know how I felt about touching people in prison. Missing it. I figured you might feel the same. You know. After nothing, just holding hands can feel pretty special. Intense.

[A nod and just the hint of a grin.]

Seemed that way. He likes you.

Intense... that's a great word for it.

[Her gaze lowers to their hands, the curl of her lips slightly fading. As much of a release his simple touch is from her own personal Isolation Hell, it's steadily revealing itself to be bittersweet. As breathtaking as it feels, it's still not genuine contact, and despite wanting to keep a positive outlook, she knows it. If not for the kindness and consideration behind the hold on her hand, she'd feel cheated. It's also a good thing Sirius has empathy on his side; it's hard to still feel robbed of something so basic with that behind the glove.]

So yeah, I do miss it a lot. I'm just hoping it won't ruin anything for us. Kind of a pain to work around, you know?

[Sadly, it's typically proven to make most relationships, even the platonic or casual ones, incredibly difficult, if not impossible.]

Er, he does. To a fault, if we want to be blatantly honest.

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[He watches her face as if trying to guess how she feels, what she's thinking. To a degree it works, not that it's all that difficult to guess.]

I'd imagine so. But don't worry, Alisha. We'll figure it out.

[Because he wants to. Partly to just make her happy and partly because of how badly he wants to kiss her right now.]

And, well, I can't blame him. But I'm guessing he's the jealous type?

...Thanks. If not for that, then for not being totally put off by the whole "no touching" bullshit.

[He doesn't even know why yet, and still he respected her boundaries enough to actively work around it. That in itself is almost a sweeter gesture than his hand's hold on hers.]

He might be? I mean, he didn't put up too much of a fuss when Simon was around. Why, is he giving you trouble?

With a girl like you, you'd have to do a hell of a lot more to repel me.

[Sirius wants to know why, but he's not pressing. There's a lot he should eventually tell her about him, too, and for now it can wait. For now he just wants to get to know her better, without pressuring.]

Eh, not really yet, but a bloke can tell. Though I might be wrong. Was Simon the bloke you mentioned? From back home?

I'll try to keep that in mind.

[However, should they ever touch touch... she wonders if he'd say the same again. Alisha's putting her money on the odds that he'd stop wanting to date her.]

You're probably right about Rudy. I haven't seen it, but if you think he's acting jealous, he probably is; he doesn't really hide wot he's feeling terribly well.

And... to be honest, I dunno wot bloke I mentioned before. But Simon was from back home. It's kind of a long and complicated story and I don't even understand it all, but apparently, we got together in the future. I'm just confused why Rudy was okay with Simon then and isn't with you now.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. Hard to imagine any bloke you know not wanting to date you.

[It's not even meant as a compliment, simply what he feels. He certainly finds her impossible to resist.]

Rudy knows Simon, right? If it's a mate having a girl you like, it's a different matter. Should be, anyway. Anyway, it's not about to make me back off.

I'd only back off if you wanted me to.

Well, I don't exactly have my old reputation from home following me around New Moore; I'm sure that helps too.

[She takes a bit of a breath, considering his words.]

Yeah, they know each other; I dunno how well, though.

[Timey wimey nonsense. Gotta love it.]

...Well, I certainly don't want you to do that. So don't ever.

I don't have my reputation here, either. I think that would strike me off your dating list quick, too.

[He nods, understanding how confusing time can be, especially at this island.]

But now just Rudy is here, from where you come from? And I won't.

[That's a nice smile right there.]

Promise.

Seems like we're two peas in a pod, yeah?

[Enough similarities to get on well, enough differences for the intrigue of mystery and for balance.]

No, Nathan's from home too, though I don't really see him around much here.

[For the best, probably. Her lips pull into a pleasant smile in response to his own and his word.]

I'll hold you to it.

In some ways.

[He keeps holding her hand and uses that grip to tug her, nodding to a door.]

That your room? I remember something about you needing to change.

[Well now, this is certainly a chance in topic. Luckily, it's one she hardly minds.]

Yeah, that's mine. And yeah, I was planning on getting into a nightgown.

[Her smile turns to the coy side.]

I take it you want to see?

Oh, I definitely want to see.

[Not much coyness about his smile, although the coy smile on her is... intriguing.]

Can't blame a bloke for trying.

This way then.

[That wasn't very difficult, was it? She leads the way, pulling him along, into her room. It's not the tidiest room, but at least her bed is mostly made and the clothes that are strewn about are mostly clean, simply thrown aside when outfits failed.]

Now you see. [She never specified the room or her changing, not that she'd object to the latter.]

Hey, looks better than mine.

[Which isn't much of a competition, really. Sirius grins and uses the hold he has on her hand to pull her closer, putting his other hand on her hip and catching her eyes.]

Can I hold you?

Seeing as you're so close to it anyway, it'd be a waste to say no.

[AKA he has the green light.

Though her lips pull towards her ears, there is a bit of caution in her gaze. It's a lot of trust to put into someone so soon, but something tells her that if there's anyone who'll give and honest attempt to prove that trust worthwhile, it's him.]

I thought as much.

[He smiles, gently, and does wrap his arms around her. Not hesitating, but slow, careful.]

No skin, right?

[That's what she said and given he's still wearing his jacket and gloves, it's not that hard to accomplish. So he can just hug her against himself and hold her there, her hair brushing against his face.]

[For a moment, her breath catches in her throat, and she stands there stiffly. It's only after she has had a few seconds to make sure that the contact is safe enough that she exhales, molding herself against his form.

How long was it since she was able to do this? Coming up on a year in a few months, at least. To say it felt nice would be an understatement.]

Yeah, no skin.

I can do that.

[He waits until she relaxes before slowly lifting a hand and touching the back of her neck, brushing the tips of his fingers through her hair.

It makes him be very glad that he thought of the gloves. Seems like she needed them.]

Since when can't you...?

You'll have to.

[Though she honestly wishes it he wouldn't have to worry about taking sure care to avoid skin contact. For a moment, she closes her eyes, just taking a few beats to enjoy the gloved touch.]

Last October, if I remember correct. Honestly feels a lot longer.

I can imagine.

[He tightens his arms around her a little, just a little, as if that could retroactively make what she's been through hurt less.]

You don't have to tell me, y'know. But I want to try and help. Maybe I can do something for you.

[He adds, with a smile, in an attempt to lighten the mood.]

And not just because I want to touch you all over.

[She rests her head on his chest; though the source of the problem is still thriving, his hold is comforting. When it ends, it might make her yearn for the ability to touch far more than she has in a long time, but for now, she's thoroughly enjoying it.]

I'd ask if you could turn back time from before shit happened, but I don't think you would like me as I used to be. Fuck, I don't even like who I used to be.

[His statement earns a chuckle.]

I want you to touch me all over too, but trust me when I say it wouldn't end well. You wouldn't even remember it.

Messing around with time is always dangerous. Though, trust me, if I could do it there's a lot I'd change about my life, too.

[He has no plans of letting go of her any time soon, though of course, ultimately that comfort isn't that much better than nothing. But it's something, at least, for both of them.]

Tell me what would happen if I'd touch you?

I know it is.

[Notsureif!Ex could rewind time; it usually came in handy, though his power once ended up getting the rest of the ASBO gang killed, her included.]

Okay, I know this is going to sound proper nutty but... you'd shag me. I promise I'm not coming on to you, that's literally wot would happen. Basically, you'd have no way out until one of us let go; I'd be raping you. [She sighs and rolls her eyes a bit, trying to shake off the severe truth from weighing down on her mind with cynical humor.] World's shittiest power, and I have it.

Shagging you doesn't sound all that nutty to me.

[That joke aside, he listens carefully, nodding finally.]

Sounds a bit like a mix between a heavy lust potion and the effects Veelas have on men. Also sounds like you got a bloody bad deal there. But I do think I've read about protection against Veelas before... Maybe something similar could work for this.

[...excuse him as he uses vocabulary she can't understand, but under his hot exterior and bad boy facade he's kind of a magical cray scientist.]

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