A/N: Well, yes, my brain is a little occupied with Amanda and Simon these days. I can't help it! They're so shiny!! This was born out of my inability to capture the gorgeousness that is Angie/Amanda in icon form.
Summary: Some things don't work in miniature.
Set: Post series {2, that is}
Spoilers: None.
Lost In Miniaturisation
By Tricki
Simon Lloyd means to only glance at the photo of his girlfriend on his desk, but his eyes catch on it. The familiar lines of her face, the much-beloved curve of her mouth, and delicate fall of her hair make him smile. A moment more of consideration, though, and he finds the flaws in the image.
Her eyes, in real life an entirely malleable colour depending on a multitude of factors including her mood, outfit, and the weather, are a dull green. Her skin, naturally flawless and glowing, looks average, detail-less. For some reason her nose is out of focus {which makes absolutely no sense – where is the focal point??}, and her hair lacks its ever-present shine.
Simon stands from his desk and knocks on the door to the meeting room before poking his head in.
"Sorry; Amanda, could I borrow you?"
"Of course. Excuse me for one minute." She directs at the client - and Jamie, who is gazing at her a little bemusedly.
Although it's unprecedented, Simon takes Amanda by the hand and leads her to the fire escape, leaning against the cool metal railing and pulling her against him. He smiles joyfully at her, linking his arms behind her back.
"Is everything okay?" She asks, eyebrow raised questioningly, tone laughing, countenance timelessly beautiful.
"Mhm." He nods in agreement. "I just wanted to see you."
"Simon," she begins gently, teasing; "you saw me twenty minutes ago."
He kisses her then, freeing one of his hands and brushing her hair back. When he pulls back her lips and cheeks are red.
"I know." He pecks her cheek. "But, your ah... your picture doesn't do you justice." His hands trace her face, devotion in his fingertips. "I wanted to see the original."
Amanda blushes a little more, glancing down. She straightens his tie for something to do and drops her head onto his shoulder, kissing his neck almost bashfully. Simon nuzzles into her hair, smiling at the familiar scent of vanilla, strawberry, and hazelnut.
"How do you feel about lunch? I was thinking of the Thai place next to The Watering Hole."
She pulls back and looks at him apologetically. "I can't, I have mediation..." He nods, playing with the ends of her curls. "Dinner?" She offers.
"Perfect." He smiles again, kissing her nose. "I'll let you get back to it."
"Thanks." She sighs, pulling back reluctantly.
"I love you." He calls after her as she slips back inside.
She pauses, making sure she meets his gaze. "I love you too."
Simon Lloyd smiles contentedly to himself and folds his arms over his chest. Yes, some things really do need to be experienced in the flesh.