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Authors Note: A series of short senseless drabbles because Dr. Horrible has effectively rotted my brain.
a practiced grace
She turns from the dryer when he approaches, fingers deftly pushing quarters blindly into the slot with practiced ease.
He sends her a sheepish smile and begins loading the dryer next to hers. He lacks her grace.
"Oh, Billy," She smiles and shakes her head sweetly. Pushing in the last quarter, her clothes begin to tumble as she closes the space between them.
He tenses and his breath hitches in his throat.
"You have a bit-" She smells like fabric softener and the pad of her thumb is soft and warm on his cheek. "There,"
She shows him the smudge of black on her thumb, smiling with pink lips before bending to pick up her laundry basket.
Billy remembers to breathe.