Disclaimer and author's notes:
See part 1.
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Affetuoso: to play with tender, passionate expression
The two detectives are standing on the sidewalk, at the corner of an intersection. Cars glide past them, splashing through the mucky grey slush on the streets; people trudge through the snowdrifts and go past them, with their wispy-white breaths and their hunched shoulders.
The sun is setting; it paints a masterpiece in the sky as it goes, a blend of bright pink, warm orange, burnished gold and deep purple-blue amid the heavy piles of clouds. A few stars flicker and flame into clarity at the edges of the sky. The streetlamps and car headlights are beginning to glow brighter in the gathering dusk.
Bobby talks, his large, deft hands tracing invisible sketches in the air as he outlines his plan. Alex half-listens to him with a small smile and a warm feeling inside, despite the fact that her cheeks are crimson from the cold. The light changes for the crossing; Bobby notices and steps out into the street, only to be hauled backwards by two hands grabbing his coat lapels. His protest is muffled in Alex's mouth as he is thoroughly kissed.
Fire pulses between their fingertips and lips at the slightest touch; Bobby feels light-headed and giddy, and sways slightly on his feet. Clutching each other close, they melt together in the freezing wind.
When they break apart, the light for the intersection has changed back to green again. Alex winds her fingers lightly through his and they walk hand-in-hand back to the station.
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See part 1.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Affetuoso: to play with tender, passionate expression
The two detectives are standing on the sidewalk, at the corner of an intersection. Cars glide past them, splashing through the mucky grey slush on the streets; people trudge through the snowdrifts and go past them, with their wispy-white breaths and their hunched shoulders.
The sun is setting; it paints a masterpiece in the sky as it goes, a blend of bright pink, warm orange, burnished gold and deep purple-blue amid the heavy piles of clouds. A few stars flicker and flame into clarity at the edges of the sky. The streetlamps and car headlights are beginning to glow brighter in the gathering dusk.
Bobby talks, his large, deft hands tracing invisible sketches in the air as he outlines his plan. Alex half-listens to him with a small smile and a warm feeling inside, despite the fact that her cheeks are crimson from the cold. The light changes for the crossing; Bobby notices and steps out into the street, only to be hauled backwards by two hands grabbing his coat lapels. His protest is muffled in Alex's mouth as he is thoroughly kissed.
Fire pulses between their fingertips and lips at the slightest touch; Bobby feels light-headed and giddy, and sways slightly on his feet. Clutching each other close, they melt together in the freezing wind.
When they break apart, the light for the intersection has changed back to green again. Alex winds her fingers lightly through his and they walk hand-in-hand back to the station.
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