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Hal Jordan	The early date phase of any relationship can be fun and exciting to be sure. It can also be a little nervewracking, the concerns about making a bad impression or figuring out what might be both fun and impressive enough that there will be a next date. And of course in the case of Hal Jordan there is always the question of when or if to discuss that big ol' elephant in the room -- the fact that he spends a fairly good chunk of his time on entirely different planets, fulfilling his responsibilities as a Green Lantern. That is a pretty big caveat afterall, and not something that just anyone can take to without concern. Of course, a lot of that has already been addressed, hasn't it? She has her own concerns that she brought to light and shared, allowing him to do the same. And that lack of secrets has another handy effect -- it means that their next day is all but telegraphed for them. Which takes some of the pressure off of him. Oh, he might have taken her flying regardless -- it is his passion afterall and only natural to share. But that would have been a little more complicateed. And honestly? Not nearly as impressive as what he has in mind instead. So he asked her to meet him at that same park bench in the early evening, with nary an airfield in sight. In fairness it's rather doubtful that they will be utilizing any sort of standard vehicle on this particular date night anyway.
Stella Roundtree	Aw, they have a park bench! The one where she almost threw coffee at his hero persona and god knows what else. There is a paranoid streak to the woman at times that can make things tricky.      But not tonight! She's happy as can be. Secrets out in the open (and beyond that, she's a fairly open book), it does feel much easier to be romantic and social. Heck, all of the people in her life lately know what she is, and there's been nothing but kind acceptance. Perhaps this is why people journey to the city after a life out in the sticks.      And thus, bench. She's even curled her hair, done her makeup, and is in a pair of her nicer black jeans and low-heeled boots with a snakeskin pattern, topped off with an open forest green jacket and a white camisole top with a v-neck. Hey, it's a date, right? Made sense to dress up a little!
Hal Jordan	It is indeed a date, even if it might prove to be a somewhat unconventional one. But they all count, right? It does mean that Hal does his best to be there waiting for her when she arrives and while he might beat her to their bench, it is not by very long. Maybe they are both looking forward to the night out? If not on the town, then certainly above it. And who knows? They might still have time to grab something to eat when they get back. A grin slides over the test pilot's features as he spots her approach. He is in that same bomber jacket that he was wearing when the first met and if not particularly fancy, it seems to fit him, to suit him. "I thought you were supposed to be late. I barely beat you here," he says in cheerful complaint as she nears, one hand reaching out for her, drawing her in to him as he leans in for a quick kiss before taking a half-step back. "Thanks for humoring me. I know this won't be quite as big a surprise as the date you planned, but I'm fairly confident that we will have a good time regardless," he says with that self-assured grin on his.
Stella Roundtree	"Hey, I'm almost always on time!" Stella says with a big smile. She admires him as well. There is something natural and comfortable about him in his bomber jacket. It does just seem like a part of him, and she's into it. Maybe she just has a thing for guys in authority-esque clothing.      She smells very good, shower-fresh and lightly perfumed with her favorite perfume. A little bit of pear and greenery, which might be lost in the atmosphere of the park as she presses herself into him for the kiss. She resists tipping up her leg, lest she be too cliche.      "I think it's still a pretty big surprise. Sort of hard to imagine, except in maybe a cartoony kinda way," she says. "That, and I have no idea how the logistics of this work. Your not-magic is still a little confusing, but maybe it'll make more sense in motion?" she asks.
Hal Jordan	The winter chill in the air makes Hal clutching her close perhaps a little longer then strictly required -- or at least it offers up an awfully good reason to do that. Apparently he has no problems with that however, that grin seeming almost perpetual. It's easy to be almost giddy at moments like this and even when he draws back -- at least a little -- he lets that arm slip around her back,. "We'll take it as slow or fast as you're comfortable with," he assures her, absently glancing around the park to make sure that they are alone before the next part. "I will form a bubble around us, it's the way that I usually transport others though really I could make it anything I wanted. A bubble's just pretty handy. You can see in all directions," he offers up, letting her know what to expect, at least for this first trip like this. Sometimes a surprise is not always the best sort of present. And then that ring flares bright green for a moment. As it does so Hal undergoes that change, the bomber jacket and jeans simply disappearing as he remains standing beside her in a glowing green uniform. But the grin is the same at least. That green energy continues to pour out from the ring, growing and expanding and gradually surrounding them entirely in a giant bubble. A giant bubble that slowly begins to ascend into the sky, rising up above the treetops of the park to offer a wide-open glance at the city around them.
Stella Roundtree	It's nice to see someone so cheerful. And Stella lets the contact linger, enjoying the masculine shape of him against her smaller body. While other heroic or superpowered ladies might be close to his height, she's definitely the runt of the superpowered community.      "I'm very glad that you'll let me dictate speed and comfort," Stella teases. But he is definitely correct in that flinging her into space without much warning might have been traumatic. The bubble is likely a better way to go about it, and makes the possibility of more dates a higher probability than rocketing her into the atmosphere and depositing her back on earth as a trembling mess.      His transformation is still a surprise to her, the speed of it leaving her shaking her head. But the view is already so interesting, and she reaches out to gently touch the boundaries of the bubble, "Oh, wow! I was always kinda jealous of the flying types, but this definitely is making me even more so," Stella laughs, looking at the urban landscape as it shrinks before her.
Hal Jordan	Hey, he might be a little reckless when it comes to his job, but he has a little bit of common sense. "I do love flying," he admits with a smile. And given that, it makes sense that if he wants to share that love he doesn't traumatize people and insure that they take a much dimmer view to being airborne. "I think maybe more then anything else about the ring, the fact that I can do that anywhere, anytime I feel like it might be the best perk," he admits with an unabashed grin before shrugging his shoulders, glancing at the city below them as it starts to receed, that glowing green sphere rising up above even the tallest buildings in Manhatten. "It is pretty convenient when flying with others," Hal agrees, patting the surface of the bubble as well. "I mean, I could carry you. My aura would expand to offer you protection from the friction, from the cold or lack of oxygen. But this is a lot more comfortable," he notes, and as he does so the bubble shifts a little, a comfy looking couch seeming to form out of nothingness, still glowing green. But equally helpful, given their desire for a view? It's completely transparent. "And if you have more than one person to transport, this is definitely the way."
Stella Roundtree	Thus far, it's a pretty cushy trip. No trauma here! Which means that they might enjoy some repeat trips. She watches the city as buildings pass by, everything shifting in perspective. Something that not too many people get to experience, the view of the world continually shrinking, especially once they pass certain heights. Sure, planes have high views, but not within city limits, and buildings also prohibit such views!      "I wouldn't mind if you carried me, but I am liking the floating living room concept. So how much do you have to concentrate to keep this goin'? It's not going to pop if you sneeze, is it?" she asks as she pokes at the couch with a finger before she takes a seat on the glowing green couch. She bounces a bit, testing to see how much it's like the real thing!
Hal Jordan	Once they are comfortably above even the tallest of buildings in the downtown core Hal levels them off there, letting the bubble soar above the city towards the waterfront, the sparkling lights of the city on clear display, twinkling beneath them even as the starry skies twinkle above. Soon enough they reach the southern tip of the island, continuing to lazily bob out over the harbour and bay, soaring above the Statue of Liberty and continuing to drift towards the Atlantic Ocean beyond. "In the long run you'll definitely see more this way," he promises with a smile. "Though carrying you has certain advantages too," he points out archly. Not that he really needs an excuse to keep her close mind, but it can be an interesting part of the game. When she moves to try out the couch, she'll find it to be every bit as cushy and comfy as the real thing, the cushions giving way pleasantly beneath her, though still entirely solid even if she can see right through them. "So what do you think? Almost ready to go higher?" he asks her teasingly.
Stella Roundtree	"Well yeah, if you carry me, I might cop a feel," Stella says with a grin as they pass monuments and landmarks from an incredible point of view! "This way, I can be very good, all while getting a great view. And the company's pretty cute, too," she says, flirting on full. "But I'm ready to go higher! I mean, you do this all the time, so you must be very, very practiced at it," she says. This might be more to reassure herself that this is DEFINITELY SAFE and not at all a dangerous thing to do.      "If you keep treatin' me this nice, I'll miss you more when you go off to your space job," she says. "But then I'll be very, very happy to see you get back into my neck of the woods," she says, settling in on the couch and patting the spot next to her. Definitely an invitation as they move out over the water, and potentially higher.
Hal Jordan	"It could always be the other way around youk now," the glowing green figure points out with a grin. "Not that you're necessary any safer from that in the confines of the bubble either, especially with that couch right there and so handy," he notes archly before chuckling quietly, moving to stand beside her, gaze swinging around, sweeping across the dark waters below that reflect back the starry skies above. "And no matter how many times I see this, experience it, it never gets old," he notes before moving to sink down onto the constructed sofa with her. "It is perfectly safe," he assures her with a smile. "When you first get the ring it can take awhile to master it. But when I need to I can keep up dozens of different constructs at one time, depending on the exertion being used to maintain them. I don't even need to think about something like this," he adds with that same self-assuredness that seems to color almost anything he does. "And I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to missing me from time to time," he adds with a smile as that grren bubble begins to soar heavenward.
Stella Roundtree	"I'm willing to take that chance, but the couch is also nice. And it is bouncy, which I did not expect from something transparent," Stella admits. But she is also captivated by the way the water and stars interact, as much as she likes hitting on the newest hero she's met. And when he settles in on the couch next to her, she scoots close and rests her head on his shoulder.      "It is so beautiful out here, even just above the water," she says. "Though... I am looking forward to being closer to the stars. And surviving the trip. So... when I mentioned other people I've met, I think you might know them, too? Granted, I don't see much of them anymore, and my roommate isn't on any sort of team," she says, comfortable against him.      "Regardless, bein' away for a while... makes sense, I'm not gonna be mad about it. You're helping other people when you're gone, right?" she asks. "If things get more serious than this- and this is a bad thing to ask in a space bubble- I just ask that you be honest with me. I worked in investigation and I work in security now. I don't like being in the dark about what's goin' on."
Hal Jordan	"I'm just full of surprises," Hal quips back as he settles in next to her on that comfy seat as their ride drifts higher and higher into the atmosphere, picking up speed -- at least judging from how quickly the dark waters below start to recede. But in the bubble itself; nothing. The only sensation of speed is in watching the clouds grow closer and then they are above even them, rapidly approaching the edge of the atmosphere entirely. "I do. They are associated with the Justice League. Not fulltime members, not these days, but we've met and occasionally worked together," he agrees drily. "That was another good reason to discuss all of this sooner rather than later, given that you already knew people who know me in my costumed identity," he admits. It's common sense, really. The green bubble of emerald energy shimmers for a moment as they pass that barrier, one more on 'Earth' and the next, beyond it, surrounded by the vastness of space. He falls silent for a moment, for a change not drinking in the experience, but instead watching her, how it affects her. Giving her a moment to absorb it all, it's only then that he speaks once more, taking one of her hands and giving it a squeeze. "I can do that," he agrees.
Stella Roundtree	"You are full of surprised, but I like them so far," Stella says, watching as they pull back farther away, that shimmer making her a little nervous when the bubble exits through the barrier. "It didn't get far, just so you know. Just a smooch here and there, but... that's about it. Then it just fizzled," she says. She seems less upset about it now than she was when they met up on his birthday, though. She might have a very good reason.      But then there are stars, and she's grinning as she watches space draw closer. It's so new to her, and she lights up as she sees the planet shrink, and then so many stars. She's looking in all directions, admiring the stars, counting constellations. She rests her hand in his, distracted as she's surrounded by so much beauty. "Thank you. This is the kind of surprise I like, not the kind that'll make me feel icky," she says. "I can see why you like it so much up here, it's so peaceful. At least when you're not fighting anything, huh?" she asks, intertwining her fingers with his.
Hal Jordan	"Good to know. When you stop liking them I'll probably have something of a problem on my hands," Hal admits wryly, nestled in at her side as that bubble slowly rotates so that they can take in the whole sweeping vista around them. Fortunately it appears that the emerald energy also generates a measure of gravity as they remain firmly in their seat and do not go floating all over the place. It does make one wonder about everything that it might be capable of. For the moment that big blue orb that is their home practically fills the view, but they are beginning to slowly pulls back. Of course, slow is relative, given the speeds that they must actually be travelling, and they slowly begin to edge around that glorious orb, the sparkling of lights visible below. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. And yes, it is incredibly beautiful and peaceful. When you're not locked in battle with some cosmic threat," he agrees with a smirk, fingers squeezing back at her own. "So, anything in particular you want to see? A flyby of the moon maybe? Or do you want to go winging in closer to the heart of our soalr system, maybe get a better view of the sun?" he asks with a grin.
Stella Roundtree	"Mm, I have a feeling you'll be able to keep it interesting," Stella thinks aloud. "I mean, now that I've had a taste, might be hard to keep me from asking you to show me pretty cosmic things. I got in trouble one time in grade school because I snuck into the inflatable planetarium and fell asleep watching the projector... and ended up missing the bus," she giggles. "This is way better, but it still has that nice, warm, magical feeling," she says, tapping her chest with the fingers of her free hand.      "And I do not think we'll be dealing at all in the same sorta threats. I helped to stop a firetruck hijacking, and otherwise I mostly make sure people and animals don't get hit by cars. Including myself," she says, giving his neck a nuzzle and kiss.      "As for what I wanna see... can we go past Pluto? So I can make my own decision on if it counts as a planet. My inquiring mind wants to know," she says with a little nod.
Hal Jordan	That draws a quiet laugh from him and Hal gives a small nod. "Well, for such very important parties like yourself I'm sure that we can arrange suitable tours to keep you entertained. Even on some of the longer trips I'm sure we can find ways to amuse ourselves," he counters glibly, flashing a grin her way as she regales him with the little story of her youth. "Nothing wrong with that. The fact that you're interested in helping out at all is amazing," he replies with a smile. "I like to think that if we all do what we can, we can make the world a much better place," he murmurs, arm tightening around her a little as she nuzzles in against him, turning his own head to steal a quick kiss. "Pluto it is then. Lets go check out our poor demoted dwarf planet," he agrees. And with that, their green bubble transport launches forward, hurtling away from the Earth that rapidly begins to shrink behind them, moving at what must be tremendous velocity towards the furthest reaches of their solar system.
Stella Roundtree	"Oh thank you, I'm glad I'm a VIP. And I bet we can find ways to keep ourselves busy," she says, getting a little friendlier. "Wait, can... people see in? I mean, if you're out here, other people might be, too," she says, thinking it over.      "And I'm not sure you want them to see you with your pants... wait, how is this all on there," she says, taking her eyes off the stars for just a minute to try to figure out the configuration of his uniform. "Unless you were talking about cards or something, but there's not too much that could be more interesting than stargazing," she says. "I shouldn't assume. I'm not sure how much you're allowed to be not-perfectly-presentable on... duty?" she asks, trying to figure out how to phrase it.      But then she's distracted again, watching as the solar system whisks by them. It's thrilling, and she makes a happy squeal every once in a while when they pass something big.
Hal Jordan	It certainly is a rush. In moments they are coming up on the moon, lingering just long enough for him to point out the Justice League Watch Tower down there on it's surface. And then they are soaring away, further and further away from the Earth and the sun beyond even that. The glow of the sphere around them keeps them from being plunged into complete darkness -- one more perk! -- and it is mere minutes until they pass through the asteroid belt that marks the barrier of the inner planets and the outer ones. He flashes a grin as she tries to work through the mechanics of the veiled suggestion, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. That arm draped around her shifts, hand slowly sliding along her side in distracting fashion. "I mean, it is always possible. But keep in mind how big space is. And the chances of running into anyone else," he notes archly. "But yes, I can polarize the sphere so that we can see out but others can't see in. I already do that to an extent to keep the light of the sun from being too intense," he offers up wryly. "And as far as the costume thing goes..." he says, an instant before it disappears once more, leaving him in that bomber jacket and jeans once more. "When I activate the ring the uniform automatically appers, but I can consciously choose to change back, or suppress it if there's some reason. I just usually don't, given that regular old Hal Jordan glowing green and flying around might raise some difficult questions."
Stella Roundtree	She peeks down at the Watch Tower as they whiz on by, having not been that aware of it previously, and suddenly having a whole lot more questions, but holding onto them for the moment. Plus, his touch is very distracting, and she's enjoying it. Though the asteroid belt is distracting and a little unnerving as they pass through it and on towards their tiny destination.      But boy does she jump when he turns back, immediately looking to the bubble as if it might pop. "Sorry, I'm still figuring this out. With you out of costume I thought that I might... well. Suffocate in the cold depths of space," she says, curling back up against him on that transparent green couch.      "But very good to know that this bubble can be one way. For perfectly innocent reasons," she says.
Hal Jordan	"Oh course. Entirely legitimate, scientific reasons," Hal agrees with a grave nod of his head, though there is still very much a hint of that customary smile. "No need to apologize, I totally get it," he assures her easily, arms giving her another squeeze as he keeps up that little distraction -- perhaps a hint of things to come or perhaps to just help ease her mind a little from some of the other concerns that might suddenly pop in there. "The costume is part of the self defense matrix of the ring, to conceal one's identity if one feel's it necessary. Some worlds are very welcoming to the Corps, some not so much and some don't really know that it even exists. Not really. Guess what category we fall into on Earth?" he asks drily. They ocntinue on their way, soaring past Jupiter and those dozens of moons, racing towards those outer limits. Minutes pass, distant flickers of light suggesting another planet -- Uranus or Neptune perhaps -- though they do not come anywhere close enough to be sure. The light of the sun is such a small, distant thing this far out but finally, up ahead they grow closer and closer to a body much smaller then the others they've passed -- even smaller than the moon. "Okay, we're coming up on it now..."
Stella Roundtree	"The only reasons I'm interested in are legitimate ones. I guess there's some science in there, too... if you really want to stretch the definition. Sometimes you just see somethin' so beautiful you can't help but be enamored," Stella says as she catches a view of everything that's moving past them.      "I like your costume," she says, "And I like you in jacket and jeans, too. Both are very, very appealing. But... I would guess that the reception on earth is mixed? I guess there are a lot of heroes, though I wasn't sure how everyone knew each other, or if they did, or if it was like an extension of a regular job. Drinks and that sorta thing, or just clock out and go home. And if so, is it in costume or just street clothes?"      Warm against him, she does look back for a moment, seeing the path they've blazed along, and then back towards the comparatively itty bitty planet(oid) that she requested to view. "All right... are we gonna be able to make a real decision on this?" she asks. "Do we hold onto our beloved Pluto out of nostalgia?"
Hal Jordan	Their glowing green sphere grows closer and closer to the demoted planet, finally falling into orbit are the planetoid of ice and rock, giving her as good a view of the world as any. And then they swoop closer still, skimming the fairly unremarkable surface. Is it a planet? Is it a dwarf planet? Does it really matter in the end? Hal gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "It get's pretty technical, I guess. I'm not sure that it truly matters. I mean, there are a number of moons in the solar system that are larger, but they orbit planets not the sun which is why they're moons, right? If you like the idea of it being a planet I don't see the harm in continuing to consider it such," he says with a smile and a small shrug. "But there's definitely more exciting spots in our solar system," he admits with a smirk. "And the hero thing is not so bad. I'm sure it helps that I'm in the League. Association with heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman does tend to help one's reputation," he admits. "Which is good, because Earth is definitely one of those worlds where no one really knows about the Green Lantern Corps. I mean, galactically we're a little bit of a backwater. Despite all the aliens that seem to have come to call Earth their home."
Stella Roundtree	"Some things are what we assign them," Stella decides. "And it doesn't have to be pretty to be meaningful. I've still never seen anything like it, so it's still interesting to me. Even if it is just sort of a childhood favorite, it's neat," she says, observing the frosty little planetoid.      "Besides, if we did all the most exciting things first, our dates wouldn't be as interesting. We've gotta pace ourselves in most things," she says, imagination already brimming with possibility.      "I took a class with Wonder Woman once, when I was still afraid to use my powers on other people. I got paired up with a huge guy, and it was an eye-opener, seeing Amazons and other mutants and people in armor flying around. You guys are up there as big heavy hitters, and some of us towards the bottom of the pile... well! We're not much of a match," she says, though she sits up straight with some degree of pride. "At least now you have one more person who knows about the Green Lantern Corps. Vague awareness. One more point for our galactic backwater?"
Hal Jordan	"I'm glad you enjoyed it if nothing else!" Hal agrees with that ready smile. "And you're right, I've seen all sorts of things that probably weren't very important from a scientific perspective, maybe not even everyone's cup of tea from an aesthic perspective, but it was still pretty interesting for me," he agrees with a nod. Their sphere begins to rise up from the surface of the planet, once more plunging into that black void of space, sweeping away from the icy little planetoid as she recounts her encounter with Wonder Woman. "I don't know, your abilities seem rather interesting. But regardlessm I would hope that we don't have any cause to put it to the test," he points out wryly. "And yes, it is progress. I mean, in fairness, I had certainly never heard of them before one of them crashed on our world and picked me to succeed him so," he adds with a shrug. "I can hardly expect anyone else to be aware." "So! Any other experiences you want to pursue while we're out here? Go chase a comet? Check out the great red spot on Jupiter?" he suggests as he leans back into the cushions of that glowing green couch. "Or shall we head back home? Maybe catch a late dinner? Or we could do a very early breakfast in London or Paris? A late lunch in Tokyo?" he suggests with a teasing grin.
Stella Roundtree	"I had a really good time, thank you!" Stella says. "I just need to explore more with my powers. And I'm lucky that I live with someone who is very enthusiastic to help me. I feel like there are a lot of things I can do if I frame it right, you know? That there can be loopholes and ways to manipulate it beyond 'take this force and make it big or small and put it somewhere else," she says.      "But I'm not that old. I have time to figure it out and be useful. Speaking of time... dinner or breakfast sound perfect. I'd think you were tryin' to impress me," she says, sinking into the cushions with him and the going in for a kiss.
Hal Jordan	"You are more than welcome," he assures her with a smile as that glowing green bubble begins to reverse course, heading back into the heart of the solar system once more. If anything it seems to be moving much more rapidly now, raising all sorts of questions around just how fast he can truly travel. "And I might be able to help some with that. There are thousands of us in the Corps so training is pretty regimented there. I had a particularly gifted training officer, and while I'm not quite up to his standards, I might have picked up a few tricks," he says with a smile. "You might just be right. It's possible that I am trying to do just that. How's it working out? Impressed yet?" he asks lightly, that arm tighting around her as he draws her in close once more.
Stella Roundtree	"I'll take whatever help I can get. And it sounds like you weren't a kid when you had trainin'. So many people I've met have been training since they were young, and that's a hard mindset to get behind," Stella says. The solar system is moving by so fast! It's so strange and new and exciting, and she watches as planets whisk past.      Stella nods in response, "Oh, I'm very impressed. Not too many girls get this kinda third date. I hope?" she asks, letting the question linger there. It'd be easy enough for him to have quite the collection of space-loving ladies. But for now, she chooses to enjoy herself and not worry. "Besides. Third date. Usually that has... implications." Even if they are out in space and not on a boat, those can run both ways.
Hal Jordan	"I was not," Hal agrees with a nod. "I was already in my twenties, out on my own and a pilot for the military before the ring came to me. So yes, all my training was as an adult. It was not all that different from boot camp really. Though a power ring is a little more complex then the latest assault rifle," he points out drily. Of course, with all that complexity come a number of advantages as well, which can't be overlooked. "It is safe to say that I haven't had a third date quite like this so far. Definitely nothing like the second either so we're on a pretty good run here I would tend to say," he points out with a hint of a grin. "And I would say that we're pretty free to make up our own rules. Whatever they might be," he says with a raised brow before leaning in for a few more of those kisses.
Stella Roundtree	"I was startin' to get worried that Green Lantern, uh... members? Might not be allowed to date or have relationships. It kinda sounds like the military, but... I don't know. Very new concept to me. And to the rest of earth, apparently," she says. She rests a hand on his thigh to get closer and enjoy kissing him as more than just a world goes by!      She's certainly making herself comfortable pretty much on him, pulling herself into his lap, legs resting over his thighs like they're on a date at a younger age, in someone's basement and afraid that parents might pop in at any moment. She only breaks to say, "We're both adults and I'm guessing you've had relationships in the past. So yeah... tell me of your rules, Hal Jordan," she says, giving him one more kiss before he's allowed to speak.
Hal Jordan	"Yeah, fortunately not. Though it wouldn't surprise me if the Guardians -- the aliens that created the Green Lanterns -- if they tried to ban that sort of thing at some point. For their first effort at creating an intergalactic police force they built robots, so their preferences are obvious. But that didn't go so well for them," he notes drily as they continue to race back to the little blue orb that they each call home. The constructed couch is pretty comfy, as is having her on his lap truth be told. Hal, unsurprisingly, has not complaints at all, hands resting framing her hips for the moment. He seems far less concerned about being caught really, but then he also has a great deal more experience with the vastness of space as well, their chatter sporatic, interrupted by those longer, drawn out bouts of kissing. "Mmmm, that's the point. In this, at least, I don't know that rules are overly required."
Stella Roundtree	"Just wanted to be sure. You seem to love this a lot, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. As tempting as I might be," she teases. "You're much more fun than a robot, but probably not so easy to control. I don't want you to get yelled at and not wanna see me anymore. Sounds like we're in the clear," she says, drawing a few lines over his chest with the tip of a finger.      "So. Do we wanna do breakfast, or maybe hang out in space a little longer, lookin' at something pretty?" she asks.