Prompt #89: Play it by ear
Warren/Freeze Girl
Word Count: 362
Rating: M
Warning(s): None
She told him that the right ear was better for listening to speech and the left was better for picking up melodies in the background. Eventually it became a habit to turn his head one way when he was talking to someone and the other when he wanted to take in sounds other than speech.
Eventually it was noticed.
"He's thinking leave him be."
Magenta had been asking him a question and was irritated that he wasn't answering.
Dolores met his glance when he turned his head to look at her.
"Now he's listening."
Discreetly she flicked at her left ear lobe and the smile she was fighting off had her turning her face away from the table, her upturned palm covering her mouth, so no one would ask her what was so amusing.
He wondered if she had told him about the way the ears pick up different sounds for a reason that was less than informative, wondered if she told him just so she could dissect his mood by such small gestures.
Eventually Warren came to think of it as a good thing, even if he didn't appreciate her being able to read him so easily in the beginning he grew to welcome it on certain occasions.
He figured that she was so used to watching him that she didn't notice she had picked up the same nuance of motion, he just wasn't sure if it was sincere or if it was some game she was playing.
But he could play too. She knew when he was listening to the sounds she made and when he was listening to the things she said while he pressed his mouth to her skin and trailed heated fingers down the lines of her body.
She knew what both meant; how it suggested exactly what way he wanted the night to go, slow or hard or fast or teasing or any combination of how she listened to the sounds he made or the words he said. The combination of dissecting movement and motion and sound and breath, the intricacies of how they played the game they didn't tell each other that they were playing.
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