Vain Gratuities
For evillittletwit and crhblack
Helena hadn't expected "normal" when she'd signed on for this relationship. So when they went to dinner and Question sat there gazing into the distance --- or sleeping, for all she knew --- while she picked at her penne and sipped her wine, she couldn't claim surprise. She was long used to staring down gawkers; she could ignore the whispers.
("How do they kiss?")
("Is he blank ... everywhere?")
After dinner, the darkness of the theatre rendered everything equal. While Q watched the screen impassively, his hand slid between the curve of her thighs and nothing had ever been so perfect.