Sometimes he thinks he likes it best when she's just sitting in the chair minding her own business and he gets to kiss her right there, right on the back of her neck where her hair is at its highest like it's just waiting for his lips to hurry up and play. Sometimes he thinks he could linger there for hours like she's some instrument that can only be finely tuned after a persistent and careful amount of attention. Sometimes he thinks he's the luckiest man ever to live, especially when he catches her studying him when she thinks he isn't looking.
She's spectacular, and he's falling for her, and he doesn't mind it at all. He doesn't mind that it's caught him by surprise, and he doesn't mind that of all people to fall for, Faye tops his list of the ten least expected. The whole thing might be described as one big guilty pleasure, except he's not feeling the least bit guilty about any of it.
What he does feel is more alive than when he was alive, or at least when he was back on Callisto. Ever since prison he's felt like he was moving around half in the light and half in the shadows: living with a bounty on one's head isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but it's something he got used to.
Compared to that way of living, this is pure heaven. He's got his saxophone, he's got a place to stay, a supply of food and drink, a lake, a piano, and...
...Faye.
She shivers ever so slightly as he leans over to kiss her just there and he hopes he never stops noticing those little things about her. Maybe she shivers because his hair tickles the rest of her neck or her shoulders, or maybe it's because it feels good: he doesn't know because he's not going to stop and ask. As a matter of fact, he's never asked.
He doesn't have to ask. He only has to keep doing whatever it is that keeps her coming back to him night after night. Whatever it is that has her waking up by his side pretending not to read him like a book.
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She's spectacular, and he's falling for her, and he doesn't mind it at all. He doesn't mind that it's caught him by surprise, and he doesn't mind that of all people to fall for, Faye tops his list of the ten least expected. The whole thing might be described as one big guilty pleasure, except he's not feeling the least bit guilty about any of it.
What he does feel is more alive than when he was alive, or at least when he was back on Callisto. Ever since prison he's felt like he was moving around half in the light and half in the shadows: living with a bounty on one's head isn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but it's something he got used to.
Compared to that way of living, this is pure heaven. He's got his saxophone, he's got a place to stay, a supply of food and drink, a lake, a piano, and...
...Faye.
She shivers ever so slightly as he leans over to kiss her just there and he hopes he never stops noticing those little things about her. Maybe she shivers because his hair tickles the rest of her neck or her shoulders, or maybe it's because it feels good: he doesn't know because he's not going to stop and ask. As a matter of fact, he's never asked.
He doesn't have to ask. He only has to keep doing whatever it is that keeps her coming back to him night after night. Whatever it is that has her waking up by his side pretending not to read him like a book.
A man could get spoiled.