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When: December 10, 2011
Where: New York City
Who: Owen

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What: Lyssa hopes ice skating

Lyssa pulled her coat around her again before resting her hands on the railing. Looking down at the ice rink below. She was waiting on Owen for their evening out together. They'd spent the day in New York City with Rain going to the big toy shop. Where Lyssa had found the giant piano and had to be dragged away to let the kids waiting have a go. Then on to Macy's so Rain could go meet Santa. The resulting photograph of them all together was something Lyssa wanted to put on the wall and Owen thought should be hidden away. Not that it was bad, it just showed him having fun with his girls. Lyssa had a lot of fun, she'd bought far too much and the hotel suite had lost a corner to the bags of things. The majority weren't for her. Rain was the one that was going to get the most and at time's she'd been able to sneak off leaving him with Rain the result was a pile for Owen.

Checking her phone again she wondered what her husband had planned for her. No new messages. At least it meant Rain was okay with the sitter too. She hoped they'd get to go ice skating or something. After she'd got all dressed up for it. Not that she'd be telling Owen just how much she'd spend on the pair of boots alone to compliment the dress. Maybe the new coat too.

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Owen smiled as he made his way to the rink. James had offered to watch Rain. It gave Owen and Lyssa a much needed night alone. He hadn't been skating in years. He was sure that he was going to make an arse of himself. Not that he cared. You did that for people you loved. He did that for his girls. He knew the other Owen thought he was soft. He was a hypocrite.

He turned up in new, nice jeans. They were even clean. He wore a blazer over a shirt, some band, and no tie. He smiled at his wife as he eyed her up and down. He couldn't stop the whistle from escaping. "Hey gorgeous."

Lyssa grinned at him. He was all dressed up too. She pushed her hair back and didn't know what to say for a moment. Damn him for having that effect on her at the times she'd rather he didn't.

She wanted to make a joke, something about what would her husband say but when she finally spoke it didn't happen. "Hey you. I always forget you clean up so well." She leant to kiss him. "I forget I do." Lyssa tried to think of the last time they'd been out on a proper date without something interrupting.

If it helped, she had the same effect on him. It was hard for him to think when he saw her dressed up like she was. She was beautiful and he was a very lucky bloke.

"Hey. " He smiled and gave her a hug and a passionate kiss. He would try to play it off like he was cold, but he was sure she would be able to tell the difference. Keeping an arm around her, he gazed down at the rink.

She wrapped an arm around his middle as she stayed close to him under his arm. Lyssa was more than happy like that. After everything even just a few minutes alone with Owen were something special.

"So are we going skating or just going to watch? Because I think the bar does hot chocolate." She looked up to Owen, wondering what he wanted to do.

Owen laughed. Of course she wanted to go to the bar. Though it was just hot chocolate, she was a girl after his own heart. He smirked, gazing down at her as he gently rubbed her hip with his hand.

"Hot chocolate sounds good." He motioned with his shoulder to the skating. "We could do that too. Haven't done it since I was a young brat, so god knows how many times I'll fall down." He reached down and gave her hand a squeeze. "Think you can hold me up?"

"I know I can, though when the inevitable happens and we both fall down on our arses no asking me to kiss it better." She giggled and started off down towards the ice rink. "At least until later. Then maybe after hot chocolate."

When she'd finally sorted out some skates to borrow she looked down at her own boots and quickly changed. She wasn't going to give anyone the chance to bring up her choice in footware about how new it was or the possibility of explaining just how much she'd spent on them.

She stood leaning against the edge of the ice waiting for Owen. "I think we'll be in the bar pretty quick." She wasn't so sure the ice skating was a brilliant idea any more. No matter how much she had wanted to do it earlier.

Owen looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. She looked hesitant. And he didn't want her to not enjoy it. He wanted her to have fun. Standing there with skates in his hand, he leaned against the counter and shot her a small smile.

"We can just go in the bar and watch them?" Leaning in, he gave her a gentle kiss. "Come on. It will be fun. You can mock me. You aways need new material."

"No," She said firmly, then determined to at least give the skating an attempt then. "I think it's just been so long. I can do this." Only with you. She thought giving Owen a smile and deciding that she should approach it like she did a lot of other things. Mostly stupidity and she pushed herself away from the side to follow Owen.

She was still on her feet for the moment. More than she expected.

Owen smiled as he put on his skates. He was pretty much thinking the same thing. He was only doing it for her. If anyone else had asked him to do this, he'd have told them to sod off. But not her. For her, he would probably do a lot of stupid things. Maybe he was whipped. Not that he'd ever admit it.

With the skates on, Owen went out onto the ice. It was just like riding a bike. You remembered easily, didn't you? He made his way, but didn't get very far before he was on his arse.

It was hard for him to bite back the curse. Only because there were kids around.

Lyssa watched Owen fall over. There was no laughing from her a little yelp maybe as she tried her best to get her feet cooperating and moving so she could help him up.

"Here let me..." She lost track of her feet and went past where he was to end up on her arse. Thankful she'd kept the coat on. At first it looked like she was crying but she was laughing. "Ow." She was still laughing as she pulled herself up against the side.

Owen looked up, just in time to see her fall. He snickered, at least trying to hide it behind his hand. Slowly, he crawled over to the side. People skated past them, some very fast, making him almost wish he'd kept up with it when he was a kid. He could fire a gun with ease, but he couldn't stand straight on little, metal blades. Go figure.

"You okay," he yelled over to her. "Aren't we a pair?"

She nodded before she caught her breath from laughing enough to reply. "Yeah, one more try then I'm giving up and getting hot chocolate."

She pushed away from the side, staying on her feet better that time and going forwards. Eventually making an entire circuit around the rink on her own. But she still didn't really know how to stop so slid ungracefully into the side where she could get off the ice. "Owen, I'm going to get a drink." She wasn't going back on the ice. If they did this again she'd be seeing about maybe getting lessons or something first.

Lessons would be good. They also would be logical and make sense. Sense rarely entered their world. Especially where Lyssa was involved. He stood by the side, hanging onto it as he watched her skate. She seemed to know what she was doing. At least a little better than him. He was completely clueless. It was a good idea in theory, but sitting at the bar was much more his style.

"Sounds good. Irish coffee would be really good about now." Or the hot chocolate, as long as it had some alcohol in it. He laughed and followed her off the ice. "What the fuck were we thinking," he grumbled as he took his skates off.

Lyssa flopped down next to him to take her skates off and get the expensive boots back on. Yes they had large heels to them but she was better on them that the silly blades. "That if we do this then we can drink after." She giggled and kissed his cheek before heading for the bar.

She leant against the bar reading the lists of the hot chocolates they could have. "Hey, Owen they do your Irish coffee. But how about Cruzan Vanilla Rum, Godiva Chocolate Liqueur, Hot Chocolate, Crème de Cassis with Whipped Cream? Which do you want?" If she decided she wanted to try them all he'd be carrying her back to the hotel.

He smiled and followed her, his eyes flicking down to her boots. Yes, he saw them. And he wasn't stupid. He could tell they were expensive boots. Not like it mattered. She did what she wanted, whether he wanted her to do it or not. He could tell her no, she'd just do it more.

"Have whatever you want. I just want the coffee." He shook his head and kissed her cheek. "We don't have to be anywhere. Sitter has Rain. Do what you want."

Yes, she was terrible for doing that. It wasn't just him telling her not to do things it was anyone really. Sometimes she listened but most of the time it was just pushing back and seeing how far she could go.

"If I did that we'd be getting arrested." She smirked at him before she ordered their drinks.

"No, we wouldn't. I wouldn't let you." He stuck his tongue out at her as he put some money on the bar. "You don't get it. I'd drag your arse home before you could get us into trouble"

He snorted. " Like I always do."

"Now that sounds like a challenge." She shuffled a little closer to him. "But then again I do like you dragging me home." She looked up. "You don't always, Vegas I had to keep you safe remember. Maybe most of the time you have to stop me doing silly things..." She paused a moment. "How come you agreed to skating though." Before she was going to give him time to answer she kissed him on the lips.

Owen blinked, kissing her back. One hand moved up and threaded into her hair, making it a doozy of a kiss. Finally, he pulled away, only when he needed to breathe.

"Because you asked me to."

Lyssa made a face at him then sad that the kiss had ended but she realised breathing is a good idea but his reply and she thought that was so sweet of him.

"So we did what I wanted to do, what do you want to do now?" She noticed the drinks were sat waiting for them too. "Apart from the drinks, I think that's something we both like."

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