Cocoa Beach, FL | February, 1959 | 14:02

[bingobangobongo]

[Post-scuba training, the aspiring astronaut known as Al Calavicci (Bingo, to most,) finds himself held somewhere between satisfyingly tired and exceptionally charged. Knowing Cocoa Beach to be the stomping ground of one Kara Thrace, he hopes to take the time to seek her out before returning to the Cape for more training.]

[As luck would have it (and often does with these two,) Bingo spies the one person he happens to know in the area. She is down the beach, still recognizable on this dreary and overcast February weekday, and very obviously unaware of his existence at this moment.]

[Let's pretend he doesn't think he's god's gift to women, and that he doesn't bother changing into something other than his swim trunks because he's afraid he might miss her leaving in the meantime. Sadly, we can pretend, but it's hardly the truth.]

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[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Grins at him, smoothing her wet hair back.] I guess I'm just immune to your charms.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

If that's truly the case -- which I sincerely doubt -- then it sounds like you're the one with the issue. Immunity doesn't mean the ailment's any less powerful.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Laughs.] Please take note of the fact you've just likened yourself to a disease.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Yep. And there's no cure for me. Not that I've ever met a person that would want to be rid of Al Calavicci... [Ha! Riiiight, Bingo. You keep thinking that.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Swims closer, grinning darkly.] Not a one, huh? Don't be so certain.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't allow her to advance on him much, especially with that look on her face.] You gonna prove me wrong, Thrace? Drown me for the sake of all womankind? [Smirk!]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Not just womankind, Bingo. I consider it a favor to humanity. [Retreats a bit, looking past him and then back to the beach, smiling cheerfully.] Think anyone will come to your rescue?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Reverse of before, when she moves away, he moves after her, maintaining that very same distance as before.] You're assuming I need rescue. Or that I want rescue.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Grins, holding her position.] You'd just let me drown you? C'mon! What fun is that for me?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Now, I never said that I'd let you drown me. Just that I didn't need help dealing with you and your meager threats. [Okay, so now he's advancing on her again, but it's ever so slooooooowly.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Have an eyeroll, Bingo.] Don't you know better than to challenge your superiors, Lieutenant?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

If I felt there was a challenge, I'd readily agree. [Stillll inching closer...]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Treading water and holding her... "ground," fixing Al with a game smile.] If you think you're man enough to take me, why are you still all the way over there?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[And now he's rolling his eyes.] Women: you're all alike. Any excuse to get me close. So much for immunity.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Closes the distance between them, wrapping one arm around his neck, laying her other hand on his chest, and pressing dangerously close. Eyes dark, voice low, aaaaand:] Do I really need to play silly games, Al?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He's certainly no sucker, but she makes him feel close. Advantageously placing the a hand on the small of her back, he leans in and rumbles sinisterly.] I've never known you not to.

[Al has her where he wants her, and knows to strike first. So very wrapped up together, he takes only a moment long enough to pull in a deep breath and then tugs them both down into the depths.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[So she deserved that - too quick to strike, clearly.]

[Beneath the water, she wrests herself free and swims away, coming up a yard or so off. She's coughing and sputtering, but she's laughing also.] All right, all right - well played. [What was it again? Credit where credit was due?]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[He's laughing, too, pushing water from his face and treading nearby.] Thanks. I think I got lucky, though. You weren't going to wait much longer.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Nah - I just couldn't wait any longer to get my hands on you. [Turns and starts swimming for the shore.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Bingo puts a hand to his heart, feigning hurt she probably won't see it.] And yet, so eager to leave me.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Strides out of the sea, wringing water out of her hair.] Just like the rest of womankind?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Chuckles and finally follows after her.] You got a plan from here?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

No. [Perches on a warm, flat rock, burying her toes in the sand.] I try not to plan.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Ah, he's got a towel! Slightly damp, but still a towel which he offers to her first.] Then it's a good thing I'm here. Why don't we drop off these plates, I'll get us some drinks, and you can show me around your place?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Declines the towel and drags her shorts back on, draping her shirt over her shoulder.] This'll be you, inviting yourself over, then? [Smirks and helps with the dishes.]