Defying Gravity

"Hmmm," Elizabeth muses. "You want me to ask you a question?" She smiles lazily at him and runs a hand over his arm in a friendly gesture, one that if she was sober, she probably wouldn't make.

John fixes her with serious hazel eyes. Nods. "Yeah, ask me anything you want. Anything you can think of. We are trying to get to know one another better, right?"

Elizabeth tilts her head, narrows her eyes slightly. "True. That is true," she confirms. She falls silent and a faraway look crosses her face. She licks her lips.

Watching her intently, John waits.

"Hmmm, how's this?" Elizabeth finally says. "Why do you like flying so much?" There's sincerity in her voice. She truly wants to know.

John grins and stretching, clasps his hands together at the back of his head. "That's an easy one. Flying is..." He pauses. "It's everything. It's defying gravity. It's relaxing sometimes and a rush other times. It's magic."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely! I'll have to take you out sometime."

Elizabeth's lips twitch slightly. "I'll take your invitation as a good sign," she murmurs.

"Hmmm?"

"Oh, uh, it means you must...well, uh, like me some," Elizabeth stammers. "It wouldn't do either of us any good if we can't get along."

John studies her. He nods slowly. Smiles one of his crooked smiles and ducks his head. "I'm sure we'll have absolutely no problems with that. I think we'll get along great."

Elizabeth can feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Maybe she'd have more of a problem with her liking John and he her, than them not getting along. Judging by their current conversation, it seems very likely.

She clears her throat. "It's your turn to ask a question."

fin.