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Just something little I thought of in a physics lesson. This is for BritishNinjaChick, if she's there. =) and all my lovely hit-ers and reviewers. It's set a year or two after Aliyah, and it's fluffy.
"So...you don't actually own a Mustang?"
"Of course I do. What d'ya think, I would lie about something like that?
She snickers in the darkness.
"Yes. In fact, it seems likely."
"And why would that be, Zee-vah?"
"Because, my little hairy butt, past experience suggests you would value the chance to make up a fake hen magnet."
Detecting a series of ticklish tugs at her curls, she turns over to face her partner in the dim light of a summer evening, and listens to him speak.
"Chick magnet. Not that I would need one, of course."
"Why? Your great looks and charm?"
He traces a line down her cheek and looks deep into her brown eyes.
"Much as those can be the key elements of picking up a sex life, that's not why I don't need a Mustang." Turning onto his back, he looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. "Wait. Why don't I need a mustang? What does that have to do with looks and charm? Hold on...how did we get here?"
She grins cat-style and shifts against the sheets separating them, making him draw in a long breath.
"Do you want me to describe it in specific detail, Tony?"
A million-watt smile is beamed at her.
"I'd love it, sweetcheeks. But you know the boss. For all we know he's got some microphone in here to see if we say anything about him. I doubt he would want to know any more than that."
The mattress creaks as a little hint to any microphone possibly placed in the room; a small break in the tranquil silence that accompanies the orangey light illuminating the bedroom of his apartment.
"You still have not explained why you do not need a Mustang to pick up your sex life."
"Right, right."
"So?"
"Huh?" He's absorbed in twirling the ends of his partner's hair. She pulls away to look at him, and throws one arm across his front, which is still facing the ceiling.
"Why don't you need a Mustang to pick up a sex life?"
"Oh, I would. But it poses the question, my ninja. Why would I need to pick up one?"
"You're an American man. You need a sex life."
"You're missing the point. I already have one." And with that he turns pushes his lips against hers for a long time, until she falls back onto the pillow and smiles wearily.
"Oh."
They both involuntarily start to wind down and yawn sequences start to form. She shifts even closer to him and rests her head on his chest, and he sighs, contented, as her dark hair splays out over his shoulder.
"What?"
"What?"
"You sighed."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I'm happy."
Happiness has got a new meaning in the past year. Perhaps it's because the preceding year was the hardest ever of her life. Or maybe it's because she's found something new. They've started afresh, the banter and flirting still between them but now also something closer, something more intimate. Trust. Love. Both, she thinks.
"Me too."
I hope you liked :)
Lotts xx
