Temp Fix

[Liara]

“Art...Bella does art. I saw a sketchbook laying lay out when we went to see them.” Selene said with a thoughtful kind. “What do you like to do for a hobby?”

[Clint Cross]

"I have a few things, I read, I used to paint a little, I sketch, was thinking of learning another instrument, but then Nick Ryder would draft me to play at Leo's... or Joe's." Clint chuckled lightly. "Wouldn't mind a new hobby, something we can do together maybe."

[Liara]

“I’m willing to try things.” Selene offered.

[Clint Cross]

"Great!" He kissed her cheek. "We'll try things... if we enjoy 'em we'll keep doing them, if not... we don't and we move on. I don't blame you with hating ballet, I took it for a couple semesters in high school, coach thought it helped with our balance, I hated being on my toes, got weird feet, always did. And my package looked funny in tights... even with a dance belt."

[Liara]

“Now I want to see you in tights.” Selene laughed. “You still have to strip for me. I don’t want the cheap kind either. I want the the classy sexy kind.”

[Clint Cross]

"Maybe later." Clint said as he laughed and nodded his head. "I've had so many odd things I've learned over the years."

[Liara]

“I’m sure I’m about to experience a lot of odd things.” Selene laughed. “Sex on the beach for one. Very odd...sand doesn’t it get everywhere?”

[Clint Cross]

"It does... not a huge fan... not after hearing Admiral Angel Ryder bitching about getting an infection from having a roll in the sand with her hubby." Clint chuckled. "I suppose we could put down a large beach towel or just stick to a chaise lounge. There's ways."

[Liara]

“I’ll let you think it over.” Selene said with a twinkle in her eye as she brought the champagne bottle to her lips and took a drink.

[Clint Cross]

"Well, I'd say a chaise lounge would work..." Clint wiggled his eyebrows. "You are insatiable... and I love you."