She moved with the assurance of perfect familiarity, a promise of years of practice which tantalized even as it unnerved. Her hands were gentle yet firm, and her fingers, whether lightly touching or stroking... Warmth radiated through him.
The blare of an alarm cut through his thoughts. She'd made the necessary corrections before he'd even thought to react. Then she smiled over her shoulder at him and turned back to the controls.
Something deep inside him which had been frozen for so long he'd almost forgotten it was there melted. Yeah. He could definitely get used to having a copilot.