~ One ~
"Are you sure Kiki isn't going to come walking in?"
His hands keep moving for a couple moments before his eyes flick up to meet hers, one eyebrow lifting in questioning curiosity. "Are we doing something indecent?"
"Well, no, but…" Elizabeth trails off as she repositions her legs and settles her sketchpad back across her knees. She has taken up position on the floor, initially liking the angle of perspective it gave her, but she had not thought through how uncomfortable it would become on her limbs and back.
"But?"
Franco's eyes are already back to his own work, hands moving at their frantic, seemingly thoughtless pace again. Elizabeth closes her own eyes and listens carefully for the soft whispery hiss of charcoal across paper.
"But doesn't it look a little…weird…that the two of us are sitting here like this? In total silence?"
"Well…" His brows furrow in consideration while one finger absently caresses sharp lines into smudges. "Kiki knows that I'm an eccentric genius, but you... You're right; she might think you're weird."
She smiles at his teasing and picks her own pencil back up. Her own sketch is slow-going. It's her hands. They feel heavy and clumsy, her fingers rusty, no longer accustomed to any serious drawing.
"You're doing that thing again."
Elizabeth freezes. "What?"
"Tapping your pencil against your lips."
"How could you even see that?" she asks, dropping her hand back down to her sketchpad. "You've barely looked up this entire time."
He smirks. "Elizabeth."
"It's just not turning out right. You're too…."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think you could…"
"Think I could what?"
She sets the sketchpad and pencil down on the floor and uses her hands to press herself up to her feet. His hands stop completely when her knees gently bump his as she comes to a stop in front of the couch, and his heart nearly stops as her fingers brush against the top button of his shirt.
"Loosen up a bit?" she asks, and the button easily slips out of place, exposing the barest amount of skin.
"Why, Nurse Webber, weren't you just worrying about being indecent?"
Her fingers have already undone buttons number two and three. "Worried about being caught," she corrects him. "Besides, we're just sketching." Button number four. "Right?"