Log [Alison, Haroun]

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Monday morning, after the early music class. Haroun decides to put Alison to work for the day. She is, of course, doomed from the start because of the unfair tactics involved, but it's a nice way to go down all things told.



Haroun walked into his and Alison's room with a gigantic smile on his face. "There you are! Alison, sweetie, honey, love of my life, how are you doing today?" he asked her, plopping himself down next to her and keeping his megawatt grin on his face. "Life treating you OK?"

Blink.

Alison lowered the book she'd been reading, comfortably curled up in bed after the morning jog and shower, and gave Haroun a long look. Now, the 'love of my life' part certainly had managed to distract her. Almost entirely even. The continuation of the smile however, was moderating things just enough so that she raised an eyebrow at him and considered sidling off to the side, just a bit. "It's morning. I jogged and showered. Scott was no longer sleeping on the floor of our living room when I got back. I taught. And then I came back up here, and the book I'm reading is good." A pause. "You want something." And then the smile won out just a bit, because hearing 'love of my life' was such a nice thing.

Haroun clutched at his heart and staggered a bit. "You WOUND ME!" he exclaimed theatrically. "I was just enjoying this lovely sunny day, and I wanted to share it with you." he said piously. "And what makes you think that I want something? Just because we got the shipment that I've been waiting all week for doesn't necessarily mean that I want something from you! Have I mentioned that your eyes are really incredibly blue today. I mean normally they're pretty, but today they're jumping out at me!"

Setting the book down, Alison shifted on the bed to lean forward, almost nose to nose with him. "I am not bug eyed. And are you talking about those metal doohickeys for Betty? The ones you've been going on and on about non-stop until I threatened to smother you in your sleep before you stopped? For all of five minutes before starting up again?" Eyes narrowed, she resisted the impulse to kiss him. "You so want something." She grinned a bit, waiting for his reaction. It was bargaining time.

Haroun saw the change of expression on her face, and he grinned. Negotiation time! "Maybe." he conceded, giving her a strong opening position. "And of course you are not bug-eyed! Translation difficulty, it sounds much better in the original Arabic. I merely meant to say that I've seen less blue ocean water, and I think they're giving sapphires a run for their money." he said with his Big Smile.

"Mmm." She shifted a bit, not moving at all from her leaning forward position. Distractions were always useful when negociating. "You could always say it in Arabic then." He really wanted something from her. Of course, he'd likely get it – but it was fun for both of them to draw it out like this. "I like it when you talk in Arabic."

Haroun grinned. "Yeah, I know, you think it's hot. I could be reciting the grocery list, or the specs on a Pratt and Whitney fuel-injection system." he smirked. "But to answer your question, it would sound like this. ~You have the most incredibly gorgeous blue eyes. I could lose myself in them forever.~ he said softly in Arabic. "Now, I know you've got your schedule more-or-less open today." he continued in English. "Soooo ... I would love to take you for a little walk. And a workout, actually. Non-impact."

He hadn't even given her much time to enjoy the way he spoke when he switched to Arabic. Pouting just a touch, Alison nonetheless finally straightened up, letting her feet slide from the bed to touch the floor. "I'm so easily bribed. Just a few words of Arabic and he gets his way," she sighed melodramatically. And didn't comment on the myriad ways his words could be taken. "Non-impact workout and a walk, huh? Do I get to know before we get there?"

Haroun grinned. "I'll tell you on the way there. Wear nice sturdy shoes and pull your hair back." he said with a grin, standing up himself. ~You are possibly the most beautiful creature to ever walk God's earth.~ he said in Arabic, by way of an apology for rushing her earlier.

She knew what that one meant and it drew a smile from her even though she did her best to fight it off. And failed miserably, from the look on his face. "I am horribly vain and," she paused to kiss him quickly before getting up, "always love hearing that." A quick search through her wardrobe produced sturdy enough boots and she slipped them on before wandering off towards the bathroom on a search for an elastic. "Not even a hint?" she called out, hastily doing up her hair in a pony tail.

Haroun grinned. "All in good time." he said, collecting his boom box and her CD binder as they walked out of the suite. "But this should be a nice hint for you." he said, waggling the boom box at her. "Tell me, how do you feel about putting in a hands-on sort of a day?"

She stared at him while following, with more than a bit of incredulousness involved. "Wait. You want me to help you with the Blackbird?" So he'd actually had her looking while he checked the landing struts for stress fractures after her first flight, but a whole day meant something else entirely. In a hands on way. "Really?"

Haroun grinned and nodded. "Scott's occupied - he's usually my go-to guy for this stuff. But I thought you could use the practice, and I mean no disrespect to Scott, but you're far more appealing to look at." he said with a grin. "So if you think you can handle it..."

"I should hope I'm far more appealing to look at." She had the niggling doubt that while he was inspecting Betsy's innards though, ogling her would be the last thing on his mind. Woe. For my competition is neat and fun to pilot. "Waitaminute. Is this grease monkey kinda work?" She eyed him suspiciously, though not once did she slow down as they made their way down the stairs.

Haroun smiled thinly. "Smile when you say that." he said, and then stopped dead. "Do you have a problem with putting in a hard day's work with your hands? I can still call Scott, see if I can get him to cover it if you're too good to get down and dirty with the boys." he said, anger leaking out into his voice.

A blink greeted that reaction, Alison actually overshooting him before realizing he'd stopped abruptly. "Nooooo. I mean, two years ago I'd probably have done my very best to wriggle out of something like that on the basis of getting all grimy not being my thing, but it's not like I haven't done hard work when I was on my own and-" Stopping, she shook her head. "Right. Rambling. No, I don't mind. I was just curious as to whether I would be getting all grimy doing this, not actually thinking that it mattered." She paused, then ventured forth a quip to try and lighten the suddenly darker mood. "Besides. I figure I can make being all grimy look sexy anyway?"

"It's entirely possible that we'll both be filthy at the end of this." he admitted. "Guess I should have mentioned that up front, but then I doubt I could have gotten you to agree to anything at that point." he said. "Anyway - let's get down there and let me show you what I need from you."

"You could probably get me to agree to near anything just by whispering sweet nothings in Arabic to me," Alison informed him serenely as she resumed walking by his side, hands in her pockets. "And hey, if you get me too dirty, you'll just have to help me clean up after, that's all."

~Oh, the horror.~ he said in Arabic, and then resumed his walk down to the Hangar. "I would be privileged and delighted to help you get clean if you get dirty from this little project. Tell me, how's your control with the lasers this day? Think you could, I don't know, weld with them?"

"Can and have done so before," she replied, getting a fair idea of exactly how much he meant to make her work at that. "When you can do precision work on your own Fender to save money to pay rent, it's pretty useful as things go." A grin followed. "And besides. I can do serious precision work that way. Huh. I could probably do better now with the shield and all. Means I could stay in close and since the flare of the welding won't affect my sight or the lasers now anyway..."

Haroun nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to be using you as a cutting torch, mostly. Possibly doing some spot-welds or resoldering, but mostly as a cutting torch." he confessed as they got into the elevator that would lead them down to the Hangar's maintenance pit. "You OK with that?"

It'd probably be boring after a while, but Alison didn't mind overmuch – boring wasn't the most horrible thing she could think of, these days. "And that's why we're listening to my music today," she murmured in belated realization. "I'm OK with that," she added decisively. "And it's not like I mind spending time with you. Cooing and all."

Haroun grinned. "Bingo. Gold star to the blonde." he said with a laugh. "And I'll do my best to keep you amused. Pay attention, you just might learn a thing or two." he said as the two of them walked into the hangar.