WHAT am I going to do with these two? D=
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It was warm.
Not hot like she had been expecting – a soft, gentle warmth
that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. It had been like
stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was
nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside
her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange
to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had
always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation
had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster
film; the two were completely absorbed in their own little world for the night
while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them. At some point she became
aware that one of them had scooted closer – or perhaps they both had, as
neither one had been seated quite so close to the middle of the booth during
the appetizer course. The cutlery felt cumbersome in her hands and the long
white tablecloth brushed coarsely against her shins every time she moved her
legs.
The silence was a comfortable one. She traced the rough edge
of his jawline with one finger from below his ear to the tip of his chin and nestled
closer, bundling the sheets to herself and slid one arm around, stroking his
hair. Above, she felt the soft pressure of his lips on her own hair; her
shifting had woken him. She tilted her head back to look at him in the morning
haze.
His shoulder was
touching hers and neither one could say when that had happened. They both
noticed at the same time and paused – the noise faded; the dimmed lights felt
heavy.
He really did have
such striking eyes.
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My characters are currently mad at me because I won't let them resolve their sexual tension anymore than this.
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