Re: The Lounge - Lizzy and Dick
"Let's get out of here, then. There's a balcony that trails along the channel's side of the resort." He waved away a waiter bringing fresh drinks and escorted her outside. The night was brisk and cool, but the deck was outfitted with heaters that made walking pleasant enough except in the coldest winds. Luckily the air was still, and it was a quiet respite from the noise inside.
Ships moved into the channel, the distant blare of their horns echoing off the walls of the Iceberg Lounge, and Dick and Liz walked slowly, arm in arm alongside, until they came to a bench. "You could use some time off your feet," he said, having observed how she held herself, reading the wariness and pain that came with extended evenings in heels and recovering injuries.
Dick dropped to his knee, and gently slipped her shoes off, pausing long enough to kiss her leg. The move was a bold one that said he didn't care who saw them, but the kiss was soft and considered. Then, he climbed to the bench and pulled her down so she could be cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. He felt his heart calm, his concern for Tim and Cass' welfare subsiding. He had faith in their abilities, but it was still difficult to get his mind off of them. Off of the mission.
"You know, at night with just the lights, the channel actually looks quite beautiful," he observed, kissing the top of her head.