"Y'know… you have something right…"
A cautious gesture, nonetheless coming just a bit too close for comfort.
You look down, staring at the other woman, jaw tight and eyes wide.
She's mocking you, of course. The way her lips part when she talks, the smile that almost reaches her eyes, and… oh, god those eyes.
For a moment you restrain yourself, forcing a breath. The cold air clears your head, a scathing retort no doubt on its way already. Except this time, you're firing blanks.
You don't know what possesses you, the sudden move forward, the arm slapping her hand away, the sudden warmth as you press your lips against hers.
A gasp of surprise just manages to escape her, quickly dropping into a deep hum of excitement. Yes, that's it. This'll show her, more than any deadpan quip could ever hope to manage.
Her eyes slide closed. At least, you assume they do, it's hard to tell when you've already closed yours. You feel your hand creeping through her hair, just as the soft brush of her fingers begin to press against your cheek.
Your feet shift, an after-effect of leaning in too closely, and your mind snaps back to reality, just for a moment. Long enough to realise what the hell you were doing.
Before she knows it, you've pulled away, those shining eyes half-closed as she remembers where she was. The last whispers of a smile on her lips.
You did that.
"No-one hears a word about this, you understand?"
You storm from the room as soon as she nods her agreement.
Miss Fine swallows, blinks twice, readjusts to normal. She looks around the room, thoroughly clueless.
"Was it something I said?"