Ami was reluctant to pull her hand away from Scott's. She rather enjoyed that pleasant sensation she received from physical contact with him. It was still weird, certainly, but it wasn't unsettling or disturbing. Distracting, yes, but in a very pleasant way. If touching his hand felt that good, what would a hug feel like? A kiss?
(Down girl! Focus!) Ami quickly gave herself a mental kick. Embarrassment warred with the tingle of attraction and Ami retracted her hand from beneath Scott's. Her face flushed hot and she couldn't quite bring herself to look at him as she took the rolled up paper and unrolled it.
She gasped. The portrait was gorgeous. After staring for a few moments in complete awe of the talent that created the work, Ami's eyes automatically searched for a signature. There was one in the corner, but it was badly smudged and impossible to make out. She looked up at Scott with a coy smile, "We look good together."
There was a beat before Scott answered with a smile. "Yeah, we do." He never looked at the portrait.
He had a nice smile and kind eyes. His mouth was nice as well and sitting this close, he smelled good. Scott smelled right, just like having him in her head felt right. She couldn’t put the feeling into words or explain it, but there it was.
Ami licked her lips, swallowed reflexively and tried to control her breathing. Her heart rate was beyond her abilities to slow down, and she marveled that even with her headache that her body could give over to such reactions. She jerked her attention to the portrait, rolling it back up with trembling hands. "We were – we are – probably then, right? Together, I mean. All our stuff is here together and this portrait, so – we probably are, then."
It wasn't an unpleasant idea, not in the least little bit.
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Date: 2007-02-25 04:37 am (UTC)(Down girl! Focus!) Ami quickly gave herself a mental kick. Embarrassment warred with the tingle of attraction and Ami retracted her hand from beneath Scott's. Her face flushed hot and she couldn't quite bring herself to look at him as she took the rolled up paper and unrolled it.
She gasped. The portrait was gorgeous. After staring for a few moments in complete awe of the talent that created the work, Ami's eyes automatically searched for a signature. There was one in the corner, but it was badly smudged and impossible to make out. She looked up at Scott with a coy smile, "We look good together."
There was a beat before Scott answered with a smile. "Yeah, we do." He never looked at the portrait.
He had a nice smile and kind eyes. His mouth was nice as well and sitting this close, he smelled good. Scott smelled right, just like having him in her head felt right. She couldn’t put the feeling into words or explain it, but there it was.
Ami licked her lips, swallowed reflexively and tried to control her breathing. Her heart rate was beyond her abilities to slow down, and she marveled that even with her headache that her body could give over to such reactions. She jerked her attention to the portrait, rolling it back up with trembling hands. "We were – we are – probably then, right? Together, I mean. All our stuff is here together and this portrait, so – we probably are, then."
It wasn't an unpleasant idea, not in the least little bit.