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Chapter 37.
The appearance of a fresh, hot spring with puddles of still heated water around it brought into sharp relief the knowledge of the dirt that Irina knew she was covered in. Trying to pull a hand through her hair, she realized that it was near impossible and laughed sharply as she pulled two twigs from the brown mass. She turned to Jack who she found was watching her intently, and not bothering to hide it, once again.
She raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'what?' but got no answer. She sighed and turned back to the hot spring, leaning over to let the water trickle through her hair with the help of her palms. Her view now obscured by her hair and hands, she ignored the feeling of Jack's eyes on her for the following five minutes as she scrubbed at her hands and arms, carefully cleaned up her hair and pulled it back into a loose braid.
Then she chose to turn back to Jack and meet his eyes. The moment she did, she knew that his own view had not left her form for the complete time she had been washing. The feeling, though not entirely foreign was slightly frustrating and again she asked him with her eyes what it was he was watching and why, and again he gave no answer.
Clenching her jaw at the lack of knowledge of the situation she turned away but could only ignore him for a few seconds before turning back and asking outright, "What is it that fascinates you about me?"
He smiled, in an almost mischievous way though she could sense the tinge of victory and wondered what it was that he had won. His answer was even more of a riddle, "You think you fascinate me?"
She opened her mouth to respond but had nothing to say, to affirm what he had said would be to leave herself open to attack and to renounce it would be to discount her previous question. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, his smile only broadened as he relaxed back against his own hands.
"Do I?" she eventually answered.
His smile disappeared to be replaced with a blank look which Irina took for a façade and promptly tried to tear through, "Honestly, I would like to know, because for the past few days you have certainly acted like it."
The smile returned, "How so?" he countered.
"Oh," she paused, bidding her time, "You watch me a lot, you're careful never to give me much of a chance to watch you and..." she waited to see if he was interested enough to make her continue and was rewarded when he motioned for her to go on with his hand, "You're really starting to like me."
'Damn that accent,' he thought to himself as he watched her, not sure how to react to her words. A lesson one of his mentors had once taught him about interrogating came back to him: always answer in the way least expected. So he did, "That's true."
Short, but I was desperate to get something out there, again if you want more I've got other fics at Fanfiction.net under the name Aeria.
Thanks, please review even if you hated it.
Chapter 37.
The appearance of a fresh, hot spring with puddles of still heated water around it brought into sharp relief the knowledge of the dirt that Irina knew she was covered in. Trying to pull a hand through her hair, she realized that it was near impossible and laughed sharply as she pulled two twigs from the brown mass. She turned to Jack who she found was watching her intently, and not bothering to hide it, once again.
She raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'what?' but got no answer. She sighed and turned back to the hot spring, leaning over to let the water trickle through her hair with the help of her palms. Her view now obscured by her hair and hands, she ignored the feeling of Jack's eyes on her for the following five minutes as she scrubbed at her hands and arms, carefully cleaned up her hair and pulled it back into a loose braid.
Then she chose to turn back to Jack and meet his eyes. The moment she did, she knew that his own view had not left her form for the complete time she had been washing. The feeling, though not entirely foreign was slightly frustrating and again she asked him with her eyes what it was he was watching and why, and again he gave no answer.
Clenching her jaw at the lack of knowledge of the situation she turned away but could only ignore him for a few seconds before turning back and asking outright, "What is it that fascinates you about me?"
He smiled, in an almost mischievous way though she could sense the tinge of victory and wondered what it was that he had won. His answer was even more of a riddle, "You think you fascinate me?"
She opened her mouth to respond but had nothing to say, to affirm what he had said would be to leave herself open to attack and to renounce it would be to discount her previous question. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, his smile only broadened as he relaxed back against his own hands.
"Do I?" she eventually answered.
His smile disappeared to be replaced with a blank look which Irina took for a façade and promptly tried to tear through, "Honestly, I would like to know, because for the past few days you have certainly acted like it."
The smile returned, "How so?" he countered.
"Oh," she paused, bidding her time, "You watch me a lot, you're careful never to give me much of a chance to watch you and..." she waited to see if he was interested enough to make her continue and was rewarded when he motioned for her to go on with his hand, "You're really starting to like me."
'Damn that accent,' he thought to himself as he watched her, not sure how to react to her words. A lesson one of his mentors had once taught him about interrogating came back to him: always answer in the way least expected. So he did, "That's true."
Short, but I was desperate to get something out there, again if you want more I've got other fics at Fanfiction.net under the name Aeria.
Thanks, please review even if you hated it.