Written for the 2015 Caesar's Palace Shipping Week, Day 2. Prompt: Lilt.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not own North by Northwest. No copyright infringement is intended.
There is something about her voice that draws him. It's so soft, so light, like the sound of tiny elfin feet, barely touching the ground as they dance. He almost has to strain to catch it—almost, but not quite.
These are foolish thoughts. He is no lover. He is Roger O. Thornhill; his initials spell "rot," and as far as his love life is concerned, that's exactly what he's doing. He's been disappointed in love three times; he will not allow it to happen again. He has no business thinking of this gorgeous blonde with her lilting voice like dancing elfin feet.
And yet, her voice is alluring. Still more so because no matter what it tells him, he never knows any more about her. He knows precisely what she told him when they met: "I am Eve Kendall. I am twenty-six years old and unmarried. Now you know everything." But he knows nothing, and she knows he knows nothing. It's maddening. It has become a challenge for him, a game, to make that soft voice say something worth knowing. A game, not a romance. He will not allow it to go that far. Not this time.
Not yet.