Title: Frantic Chipmunk
Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply.
Author's Note: I like to beta my own stuff so all errors are my own. I've written this as an OC but its written in such a way that you can imagine whomever you please.
She lay at one end of the couch, her feet in his lap. Although his eyes were on the television and his hands were massaging her feet, his mind was elsewhere. It didn't take a genius to figure that out.
The television had progressed through the newscast and now an old sitcom was had taken over the screen. It was one that neither of them particularly cared to watch, and once he'd actually described the show as insipid. The remote lay beside him on the arm of the couch, untouched and unnoticed.
His long fingers massaged her aching feet. The sight and touch of his hands on her bare feet was incredible sexy and any other night, she would have been moaning in pleasure. Tonight, however, his touch alternated between feather light stroking so inoffensive that she hardly felt anything, and a pressure so intense she thought her bones were grinding together. She winced, and he was totally oblivious.
But, the dead give away was the way he was absently chewing on the insides of his cheeks. First one side and then the other. She expected him to break through the skin at any moment.
"Bobby." She wiggled her feet in his lap, trying to draw his attention away from his mental wanderings.
"Uh huh," he mumbled.
"Robert," she barked using 'that tone', and booted him in the thigh with one foot.
"Ouch," He blinked back at her. "What?"
"Stop chewing your cheeks. You look like a frantic chipmunk."
He frowned at her, mouth still pursed. She was staring at him, annoyed by his lapse in attention, and slowly raised one eyebrow. His mouth slowly relaxed and his lips twitched into a crooked smile. "Sorry...I was...elsewhere."
"I could tell." She wiggled her feet in his lap, calling his attention back to the promised massage. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not tonight." He turned off the television, and began to slide his hand up her bare leg. "The frantic chipmunk can find better things to...gnaw on."