"Drink after work?" he questions, raising one eyebrow at her and allowing the corners of his mouth to turn upwards as he brushes past her in the corridor at the change of watch. He can't help the full out smile that erupts when she blushes at his words, watching the red rise up her cheekbones.
"Sure." She mumbles and green eyes rise to meet blue and he watches as her wall of defence drops and she allows her exhaustion to reflect in her gaze. It had always amazed him how she could portray so much meaning in one simple look. She sighs and her shoulders fall a little, and it is then that he notices that she has rolled her sleeves up revealing the soft pale skin of her forearms. Her eyes drift closed and he is gripped with the sudden urge to pull her to him and hold her against his chest; to feel her heart beat against his skin and her breath against his neck. He swallows; suddenly he can't remember why he is even standing in this corridor with her in the first place because all he can focus on is the memory of her smooth skin beneath his hands.
Her eyes flutter open when she feels his hand grip her arm lightly, his touch making her skin tingle gently. Her gaze is drawn to where his hand grips her arm; his tanned hand a stark contrast to her own pale skin. Blue eyes seek out green this time and she questions how she will ever be able to move on from him when no one else seems to be able to get such a reaction from her body with a simple touch. He smiles softly at her and she comes to realise that he just as aware of how intimate this encounter has become.
"Goodnight." He breathes, finally dropping his hand from her arm. She nods her head a fraction, blinking slowly and he raises one eyebrow, questioning. She smiles and finally makes the move to brush past him and onto her cabin beyond.
I've got you under my skin.
I've got you deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me.
I've got you under my skin.
I'd tried so not to give in.
I said to myself: this affair never will go so well.
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin
Lyrics belong to the ever wonderful Frank Sinatra.