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She looked at him for a long moment, then shrugged and stood up, starting to pull up her tank top. "Better turn, then. And yes, we will."

Surprised, it took Niall a moment to understand as Luth's hands found the hem of her tank top. And began to lift... Niall's eyes grew wider, his breath catching.

He turned at the torso, facing firmly away. "You caught me rather by surprise." He said, chuckling softly. She was still close enough that he could hear the rustle of cloth as she moved... Swallowing he waited for her to finish.

There's a shuffle of fabric as she changed outfits, soft impacts as fabric hit the floor. "Good thing you caught it," she chuckled. There was the soft hiss of fabric sliding over skin, and after a moment she was done. "All right, you can turn around."

"Only just." Niall said, smiling. With an effort, he kept his breathing slow and steady.

At her assurance, Niall turned back around, his eyebrows raised curiously.

Luth stood there in the swimsuit he remembered - the two piece with the wrapped top and small cut outs. "Just in case we don't manage to find a pool," she said with a grin.

Niall's eyebrows went up a little further; in appreciation this time, instead of curiosity. "My word." He said, his tone mild, even as his eyes traced down and back up.

He rose. Smiling he bowed to her, his grey eyes alight. "It's just as I remembered. You wear it very well, Luth. Very well indeed." His lips quirked. "I almost wish I'd brought my suit, for old-time's sake. I could have trusted you to turn around, right?"

"Hmmm... maaaaybe. I mean, I would be curious why Z's fit so tight," she teased with a laugh before flopping back down onto the bunk. "I'm kidding, I wouldn't look if you didn't want me to."

Niall laughed softly as well, watching as she flopped back down. "A gentleman never tells." He said.

Carefully, he sat back on the bed. He looked over at her, smiling. "That really was a nice week, wasn't it? When I last saw you wearing that." He sighed, part pleasant, part wistful. "I don't get home very often. More in the last few years than before. But still, no more than twice a year." His lips pressed together. "I suppose... that's more than you get. I'm sorry." He said, meaning it.

"Still... you could find a new home, perhaps?"

"I think I might technically be classified as a homeless person person," she observed. "I don't really have a home, I just visit people between ops. It was a wonderful week." She looked a little wistful as she smiled. "I intend to make a home for myself after I retire."

Niall chuckled at that. "So, in a way, your home is people, not places. That's not so bad." He said.

He tilted his head, regarding her. "Any idea where that home might be?"

"Exactly," she said with a warm smile, pleased that he understood her perspective on that. At the question, she shook her head. "I don't know yet. I just want some place I can go back to."

"Hmmm." Niall looked away for a few moments.

When he looked back, he was smiling, exactly the same as he'd been before. "Well, let me know what you decide. I feel rather invested, somehow."

She smiled and nodded. "I will. When I do, it's your turn to visit me."

Niall flashed her a grin. "I rather like the sound of that."

His eyes flickered back down again, lingering a moment. "You plan to have a pool, I hope."

She laughed. "If possible, yes. Even if you hadn't asked, I would try."