George was glad that Carlos thought she'd look great in a bikini. She wasn't quite so sure. When she'd gone looking for swimwear in the stacks of luggage by the infirmary, George had been pleased to find a one-piece that fit her.
It was an unfortunate brilliant red that made her think of "Baywatch," but the only other possibilities were scraps of fabric more immodest than Shannon's sunbathing outfit, and...no. Just no. George preferred more coverage than that in public. In private, with Carlos, bare skin was fine--uniform of the day, in fact. It was the middle ground that she wasn't comfortable with.
She turned and threw a leg over Carlos to settle onto his lap. George knew Carlos had been relieved by her calm reaction to his previous relationship with Ami. So was she, for that matter. It would be far too easy to screw this up if she weren't careful. George wasn't sure what "this" was, but she knew she didn't want to screw it up.
It might turn out to be a short-lived affair, a few thrilling days (and nights) of passionate sex before they cooled off and drifted apart. George hoped not, but she wsa trying to avoid expectations of any kind, even inside her own head. That could fuck you up real quick--setting you up for disappointment when things didn't work out the way you'd planned.
Not that the zen approach was entirely successful. She'd already given some thought to Rio, and to learning Portugese for God's sake! Two whole days together--two days of frequent, mind-blowing sex, mind you--and she was considering changing her entire life around. That was nuts! Wasn't it? But it would be even more nuts to walk away from this.
George shook her head, earning a puzzled look from Carlos. (Enough thinking,) George told herself. She leaned forward and kissed Carlos. Just kissed him. No impromptu lap dance, no roaming hands, no expectations, no anticipation. Just a long, slow kiss because she liked kissing him, even when it wasn't leading to anything.
And because while she was enjoying the kiss, her interior voice went silent, perhaps because it was enjoying the kiss too. For the duration of the kiss, she was completely in the moment. Very zen.
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[George] Stifling The Inner Voice (tag Carlos, open)
Date: 2006-05-03 06:29 am (UTC)It was an unfortunate brilliant red that made her think of "Baywatch," but the only other possibilities were scraps of fabric more immodest than Shannon's sunbathing outfit, and...no. Just no. George preferred more coverage than that in public. In private, with Carlos, bare skin was fine--uniform of the day, in fact. It was the middle ground that she wasn't comfortable with.
She turned and threw a leg over Carlos to settle onto his lap. George knew Carlos had been relieved by her calm reaction to his previous relationship with Ami. So was she, for that matter. It would be far too easy to screw this up if she weren't careful. George wasn't sure what "this" was, but she knew she didn't want to screw it up.
It might turn out to be a short-lived affair, a few thrilling days (and nights) of passionate sex before they cooled off and drifted apart. George hoped not, but she wsa trying to avoid expectations of any kind, even inside her own head. That could fuck you up real quick--setting you up for disappointment when things didn't work out the way you'd planned.
Not that the zen approach was entirely successful. She'd already given some thought to Rio, and to learning Portugese for God's sake! Two whole days together--two days of frequent, mind-blowing sex, mind you--and she was considering changing her entire life around. That was nuts! Wasn't it? But it would be even more nuts to walk away from this.
George shook her head, earning a puzzled look from Carlos. (Enough thinking,) George told herself. She leaned forward and kissed Carlos. Just kissed him. No impromptu lap dance, no roaming hands, no expectations, no anticipation. Just a long, slow kiss because she liked kissing him, even when it wasn't leading to anything.
And because while she was enjoying the kiss, her interior voice went silent, perhaps because it was enjoying the kiss too. For the duration of the kiss, she was completely in the moment. Very zen.