14. Dylan.
Dylan lay on her bed thinking about the sessions they'd had so far. She knew he hadn't wanted to do any of them, but after his initial reluctance, he'd given in gracefully. Well. fairly gracefully, anyway.
She'd kept to messy stuff. Hawkes seemed to really enjoy it. But McQueen? Well. he'd been reluctant to put his hands in the huge mound of coldwater paste she'd prepared, claiming it was disgusting. It wasn't until she'd taken his hands and plunged them in that she realised that was exactly what he'd wanted her to do!
She'd since come to realise it was his way of flirting with her. She may have been ignorant of the world, but she wasn't unaware of the facts of life, and she'd begun to flirt back. The thought made her smile; she enjoyed her time spent with him. The way his eyes would twinkle when she teased him, and the way he'd never back down if she dared him.
Her favourite had been their first session, the foot painting one. It made her smile to think about it. It hadn't turned out badly in the end, after she had managed to convince him that whatever happened in that room stayed in that room.
He'd nodded his head. "Compartmentalised."
They had taken slow steps to start with, but then as their feet got covered in paint and they'd started to slip, they had let go a little more, so that by the time they'd run out of paint there were footprints all over the floor. Hawkes had even picked her up so she could put her feet on the ceiling!
She grinned as she thought about the sight of McQueen, with his arm around Hawkes' waist, trying to keep his balance and his dignity as they tried to do a three-legged sprint across the paper.
And the memory of trying to explain to them how to do a wheelbarrow, so they could get hand and footprints, made her laugh out loud.
It had begun so well. She'd suggested that a wheelbarrow might be good, only to be met with two blank stares.
"A wheelbarrow?" Hawkes had asked.
"Yes. You know. One of you stands holding the others legs, and that one uses their hands to walk with. You can get some fun prints."
Seeing their blank looks she'd sighed.
"Ok, look. I'll show you. Hawkes - you lay on the floor, face down. Like you're gonna do push-ups. Then I'll stand here like this," she'd positioned herself between his feet, "and I pick up your legs." She'd bent to show them. "Only you're too heavy for me, so you'll have to be me, so to speak!"
Hawkes got up. "Ok," he'd said, "you lay on the floor then, and I'll get your legs."
She'd lain on the floor like a fool, not thinking, only to find they started putting their painted feet all over her back, all the while laughing!
"Hey guys! That's not fair!" she'd laughed.
"See, I knew we'd walk all over you! " McQueen had chuckled.
"Guys!"
"Ok, Ok. " Hawkes said laughed. "The wheelbarrow thing."
Next thing she knew, her legs were lifted into the air and she could feel a body pressed close to hers. "You don't need to be quite so close." she'd said, hanging her head down to see whose legs she was talking to. *It just had to be him, didn't it? * she'd thought, seeing those pale feet and the black flight suit.
It was a good job he hadn't been able see her face clearly, because with him so close to her she'd blushed again. Especially when he'd laughed and said, "Are you sure you didn't find this one in the Karma Sutra?"
She lay on the bed, holding her pillow to her face to drown her laughter. She knew the effect he was having on her. And if that wheelbarrow was anything to go by, she sure knew the effect she had on him!
She was laughing so much she almost didn't hear the knock at her door.
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Dylan lay on her bed thinking about the sessions they'd had so far. She knew he hadn't wanted to do any of them, but after his initial reluctance, he'd given in gracefully. Well. fairly gracefully, anyway.
She'd kept to messy stuff. Hawkes seemed to really enjoy it. But McQueen? Well. he'd been reluctant to put his hands in the huge mound of coldwater paste she'd prepared, claiming it was disgusting. It wasn't until she'd taken his hands and plunged them in that she realised that was exactly what he'd wanted her to do!
She'd since come to realise it was his way of flirting with her. She may have been ignorant of the world, but she wasn't unaware of the facts of life, and she'd begun to flirt back. The thought made her smile; she enjoyed her time spent with him. The way his eyes would twinkle when she teased him, and the way he'd never back down if she dared him.
Her favourite had been their first session, the foot painting one. It made her smile to think about it. It hadn't turned out badly in the end, after she had managed to convince him that whatever happened in that room stayed in that room.
He'd nodded his head. "Compartmentalised."
They had taken slow steps to start with, but then as their feet got covered in paint and they'd started to slip, they had let go a little more, so that by the time they'd run out of paint there were footprints all over the floor. Hawkes had even picked her up so she could put her feet on the ceiling!
She grinned as she thought about the sight of McQueen, with his arm around Hawkes' waist, trying to keep his balance and his dignity as they tried to do a three-legged sprint across the paper.
And the memory of trying to explain to them how to do a wheelbarrow, so they could get hand and footprints, made her laugh out loud.
It had begun so well. She'd suggested that a wheelbarrow might be good, only to be met with two blank stares.
"A wheelbarrow?" Hawkes had asked.
"Yes. You know. One of you stands holding the others legs, and that one uses their hands to walk with. You can get some fun prints."
Seeing their blank looks she'd sighed.
"Ok, look. I'll show you. Hawkes - you lay on the floor, face down. Like you're gonna do push-ups. Then I'll stand here like this," she'd positioned herself between his feet, "and I pick up your legs." She'd bent to show them. "Only you're too heavy for me, so you'll have to be me, so to speak!"
Hawkes got up. "Ok," he'd said, "you lay on the floor then, and I'll get your legs."
She'd lain on the floor like a fool, not thinking, only to find they started putting their painted feet all over her back, all the while laughing!
"Hey guys! That's not fair!" she'd laughed.
"See, I knew we'd walk all over you! " McQueen had chuckled.
"Guys!"
"Ok, Ok. " Hawkes said laughed. "The wheelbarrow thing."
Next thing she knew, her legs were lifted into the air and she could feel a body pressed close to hers. "You don't need to be quite so close." she'd said, hanging her head down to see whose legs she was talking to. *It just had to be him, didn't it? * she'd thought, seeing those pale feet and the black flight suit.
It was a good job he hadn't been able see her face clearly, because with him so close to her she'd blushed again. Especially when he'd laughed and said, "Are you sure you didn't find this one in the Karma Sutra?"
She lay on the bed, holding her pillow to her face to drown her laughter. She knew the effect he was having on her. And if that wheelbarrow was anything to go by, she sure knew the effect she had on him!
She was laughing so much she almost didn't hear the knock at her door.
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