Author's Note: Ugh... the itching is driving me mad right now. I'd love to skip the 'healing' part of tattoos and go right to 'healed.' Oh well.
DISTRACTION DRABBLE!
He loved the transformation her face underwent when they were alone together.
Not to say he didn't like the way she was around their friends.
But he loved it when they would get home after a long day of doing anything, and the shields that were always up when they were out, always a little, came back down.
Her voice softened a bit.
Her smile became a little sweeter.
Her eyes shone mischievously
There are faces that everyone wears in public.
Disguises.
He knew this better than most.
The face she wore while alone with him was always best.
Hers.
Author's Note: Good enough. I still sometimes struggle with letting that guard all the way down, even with someone I trust completely. Force of habit, I suppose.
Until next time...
