sliceitwithwind | Aya AU: meeting Cat

"That doesn't mean it's healthy." he says again, helplessly, "Because it can really fuck up your body, not to mention your heart and soul."

"Yeah, well..." she wasn't agreeing. She wasn't arguing either. She just...didn't know what to say. It hadn't killed her yet? And the psych evals were still fine across the board.

"I'm very good at my job." she sighed at last. Laps were good. Yeah. Swimming.

"I know. But I will worry." he says with a shrug, then goes back to doing his laps as well.

And she couldn't deny him that. After all, she was allowed to worry about him. So.

It took her a few laps, but she finally caught his rhythm well enough to pace him. Swimming together was half the fun of inviting someone swimming right?

He grins at her, still doing his laps half above and half below the water.

She was mainly doing arm exercises, so breast and back stroke...but that didn't mean she could eventually smile back.

And maaaaybe tease her fingers along an arm or shoulder when she dipped down.

His grin gets bigger every time she touches him, although the imp of the perverse makes him keep speeding up.

She wanted a workout, right?

...he was going to make her go underwater wasn't he? She was faster under water...it just didn't work her arms as much.

Well then.

She came off the wall in a neat tuck dive and poked him. He deserved it.

He grins under the water, pokes her back, and speeds up again.

He loves the water.

She was quick, quick enough to keep up a while longer...she just didn't have his lung capacity. She surfaced after another poke then finished the lap in a few strokes. She'd just have to catch up again.

Dilan grins at her and twists easily to keep himself going, pointing out at the other end of the pool, "Practically grew up in the water."

She laughed at that, and though it was a long pool she was totally sticking her tongue out at him! "Yeah yeah yeah. I'll get you into my element sometime..." she teased.

He grins at her, "And what element would that be? I warn you, I hate heights."

"New York probably." she admitted with a shrug "I know most the nooks and crannies in Manhattan. Less chance of both of us being in a running chase though..." she pushed off the wall to head his way.

"Yeah, and I am not a native." he admits, "Nor a cop. We could just race?"

"If it ever seems like a good idea..." she agreed easily. She liked running so it seemed like a fun time to her!

"And I'm glad you're not a cop." she teased, gliding up to the wall next to him "It makes dating you so much simpler!"

"Babe, I'd make as bad a cop as you would a scientist. Totally the wrong temperament." Dilan points out, "I'd be all, Dude. Dude, stop. Come on, man, don't make me chase you. Awww." The awww is done in the moan of slackers everywhere.

He's not a slacker.

It just amuses him to act it.

She actually giggled and pushed off the wall to drift on her back. "No you wouldn't. They break you of that before they put you on the beat." she pointed out.

"I might do okay if I got to stay out in the field..." she mused after a moment. "Tracking down something obscure, discovering new slime? Sure. Lock me in a lab and I'd really go nuts."

If she could get over the whole 'needing to help people' thing any way.

"Hah. You think I'd make it to the beat?" Dilan says, laughing softly at her, "And I'm all about the labwork. You do not want an obsessive compulsive on a fieldtrip of more than about a week. Trust me."

"Well, if you really had to." she allowed. She figured most people could adapt, for a time, to any job they found necessary. She didn't think he'd last long though. "And yeah, I'd go nuts in your lab. Easily."

She tilted her head in the water and flicked a kick's worth of water at him "What about non-working trips? Can you last longer than a work then?"

"Depends." Dilan says honestly, "I need to make muffins in the morning. More than a week without an oven, and I lose it a little."

"Duly noted. If I ever feel the need to go crawling off into the wild I'll only invite you for limited intervals." she teased.

"Or pack a dutch oven." Dilan agrees, "I am quite capable of making muffins in a dutch oven."

"That amuses me." she admitted. She didn't own a dutch oven, she was good at adapting to 'over a fire' cooking. But it was still incredibly amusing to contemplate.

She didn't splash him again, just used a a foot on his hip to push further out since she'd drifted a little too far to use the wall.

Dilan snickers and then gets moving again, "Hey, I know my issues and I cope."

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