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lifeofpineapple2012-02-07 09:45 pm
workaphilic) wrote in lifeofpineapple2012-02-07 09:45 pm
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[It's not what he was expecting.
Which is the beauty of it, really.
He still wants his violin, has had the opening movement of a concerto seeping into the spaces of his mind all morning and needs to get it out. (Should be good, will help him think.)
But this (she) has his attention.
He stops in the doorway and stares. And stares and stares and stares.]
No time for the laundrette?
Which is the beauty of it, really.
He still wants his violin, has had the opening movement of a concerto seeping into the spaces of his mind all morning and needs to get it out. (Should be good, will help him think.)
But this (she) has his attention.
He stops in the doorway and stares. And stares and stares and stares.]
No time for the laundrette?
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The few number of times he'd done this before had been strictly scientific -- an examination of biology and chemistry in himself and psychology in his partners. Laboratory conditions (nearly). Controlled experimentation (sort of). They'd been some of the most boring experiments he'd ever done in his life.
But this -- this isn't boring. It's anything but, and he's not eager to just stick it in and get it over with. So he goes with her easily, pressing his mouth to the pulse point in her neck and skimming his hands down lower, lower. He's rapidly losing track of what he was supposed to be paying attention to in the first place, but it's fine. She's enough of a puzzle on her own.]