It is a good morning. It's already the best morning she's had in the entire damn time she's been stuck here.
It's almost a shock to have that thought -- she's not much of a morning person -- but even she realizes it's not the time of day that's so important. And that thought that kept cropping up in her mind last night comes back to hover at the edge of her thoughts: she would like him to be crazy about her. She'd like him to be completely selfish about her.
Not that she'll tell him that in so many words.
(Or at all, probably.)
Her arm comes up as if to trap his, but plans change completely when her hand touches his hair. Before she knows it, her hand -- well, of course it's not satisfied to stay in one place -- is in his hair again, her fingers running over it like it's silk.
About fifteen years ago, she'd have wanted to play with it and brush it to smooth shiny straightness and coil it and marvel at how pretty it is.
The girl she was -- the girl who was in the video Jet threatened not to let her see -- would approve of Gren.
Isn't that a funny thought?
She would've. And not just because his hair is so pretty and long and utterly exotic to her. She would've liked him because he came out of nowhere to rescue her from thugs a couple of blocks away from the Rester House. And because he took her back to his apartment and didn't lay a finger on her until...
Until Vicious complicated things.
She's... about 25 now? She thinks she's been here about two years, but it seems like longer. She used to complain about her twenties wasting away, but she didn't know the half of it before she got here.
At times Gren makes her feel every inch her age in the best ways possible.
And every now and then he makes her feel like the little girl from the video.
Her hand moves again -- both of them do -- and in seconds, she's facing him, the fingers of both hands laced behind his neck. "You know, I think it's much better when you don't handcuff me and leave me alone in bed."
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It's almost a shock to have that thought -- she's not much of a morning person -- but even she realizes it's not the time of day that's so important. And that thought that kept cropping up in her mind last night comes back to hover at the edge of her thoughts: she would like him to be crazy about her. She'd like him to be completely selfish about her.
Not that she'll tell him that in so many words.
(Or at all, probably.)
Her arm comes up as if to trap his, but plans change completely when her hand touches his hair. Before she knows it, her hand -- well, of course it's not satisfied to stay in one place -- is in his hair again, her fingers running over it like it's silk.
About fifteen years ago, she'd have wanted to play with it and brush it to smooth shiny straightness and coil it and marvel at how pretty it is.
The girl she was -- the girl who was in the video Jet threatened not to let her see -- would approve of Gren.
Isn't that a funny thought?
She would've. And not just because his hair is so pretty and long and utterly exotic to her. She would've liked him because he came out of nowhere to rescue her from thugs a couple of blocks away from the Rester House. And because he took her back to his apartment and didn't lay a finger on her until...
Until Vicious complicated things.
She's... about 25 now? She thinks she's been here about two years, but it seems like longer. She used to complain about her twenties wasting away, but she didn't know the half of it before she got here.
At times Gren makes her feel every inch her age in the best ways possible.
And every now and then he makes her feel like the little girl from the video.
Her hand moves again -- both of them do -- and in seconds, she's facing him, the fingers of both hands laced behind his neck. "You know, I think it's much better when you don't handcuff me and leave me alone in bed."
Her smile is nothing like the little girl's.