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Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.

[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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"Good to know."

His foot touches Orpheus's.

Orpheus smiles and trails his toes up Steve's calf.

"Bet that's pretty clear too," Steve murmurs.

[ooc: Dinnertime soonish.]

"Yeah, I think I've got the gist," Orpheus says.

[ooc: Kaykay. It may be naptime for me. :)]

Steve drains his bottle and lays his last, well-used napkin on his empty plate. "Ready to go?"

[ooc: Kaykay. I'll be around when you wake up, I'm sure.]

"Yeah," Orpheus says softly, flagging down their waiter to pay the bill.

Steve smiles as he rests his chin on his folded hands.

Orpheus pays quickly and then gets up, offering Steve his hand.

Steve's smile broadens to a grin as he takes it and gets to his feet.

"What do you want to do with your last night in Australia, lovely?" Orpheus asks as they leave the restaurant.

"Spend it with you."

"Yes, but doing what?"

"What haven't we done?" Steve says, rhetorical. "We saw Ularu. We've been surfing. We've visited kangaroos and seen the Blue Mountains.

"Aside from a walkabout, which I don't think I'd like to do this time around, I don't know what's left."

"We don't have to do anything that's specific to Australia."

Steve ducks his head and doesn't answer for quite a while.

Orpheus nudges his shoulder lightly.

"I don't know, sweetheart," Steve says quietly. "I'd be perfectly happy to watch the sunset on the beach with your head in my lap."

"All right," Orpheus whispers. "Let's do that."

Steve tugs him by the hand down a set of steps to the sand.

Orpheus smiles and lets Steve lead him.

Steve chooses a spot a few feet up from the water line, where the sand is smooth and the beach is mostly deserted.

He sits, legs sprawled open, and looks up at Orpheus expectantly.

Orpheus chuckles. "That's what you call a lap?"

"Or you could lean against my chest. I'll take that, too."

Smiling, Orpheus settles into the sand in front of Steve and leans back against his chest.

Steve wraps an arm around him and kisses his hair.