http://caughtinanet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] caughtinanet.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sorrydontsuitme 2009-10-09 07:13 am (UTC)

"Where to?" she repeats, musing.

They've got no plans for the rest of the night, nothing to force them anywhere at a certain time.

Even if he doesn't want to, she could grab a drink herself and make her way back to the hotel at her own pace, but his arm's found its way over her shoulders and she doesn't mind it so much.

Last time she walked anywhere with his arm around her like this was after he woke up in the hatch after fighting off infection from that gunshot wound. She'd been so glad he was okay -- conscious and sarcastic and calling her Freckles -- that she knows she kept grinning at him the whole time, but that was months before anything happened between them.

Anything but a kiss.

The bag holding her new t-shirt swings in one hand, and the opposite hand flattens against the small of his back. "You feel like getting a drink somewhere?"

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