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This drabble is set post-"End Prog."
Slicked
AndrAIa had her hair piled high on her head and her arms shoved elbow-deep in the bike's guts. Figured.
"I'm not even gonna say it," said Matrix.
She threw him a look over her shoulder. Three long strips of grease ran diagonal across her jaw.
"Could you hand me that wrench?" she said, gesturing. "Unless, of course, you're just enjoying the view."
He shrugged. "I've seen it before."
Her mock-dismayed cry vanished into the engine.
Matrix handed the wrench over her shoulder. Her fingers, grease-stained and foul-smelling, fumbled smooth and slick over his.
"But yeah," he said, "I'm enjoying it."
This story was originally posted at livejournal on 11/10/2009.