She follows him through the apartment, making appreciative sounds and smiling. It's not as though either of them has any doubt where this is ending, but the game's half the fun.
(On the balcony, she takes automatic note of the layout of the streets below, hardly even conscious of mapping out possible bolt-holes.)
As they step out of the office, she drains her shot glass and sets it down lightly on the nearest flat surface, a little shelf in the hallway.
And as he lets go of her hand to open the door to the bedroom, she reaches up and traces three liquor-damp fingertips up the back of his neck, spreading outward at the base of his skull, leaving trails of chill-warmth-heat behind them.
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Date: 2008-10-27 03:12 am (UTC)(On the balcony, she takes automatic note of the layout of the streets below, hardly even conscious of mapping out possible bolt-holes.)
As they step out of the office, she drains her shot glass and sets it down lightly on the nearest flat surface, a little shelf in the hallway.
And as he lets go of her hand to open the door to the bedroom, she reaches up and traces three liquor-damp fingertips up the back of his neck, spreading outward at the base of his skull, leaving trails of chill-warmth-heat behind them.