pointyxearedbastard-a asked feather light press of his fingers; long pads, trailed down a slim wrist. past the skin of her palm. and touched to hers in passing. a promise for later, as he leaves the bridge.
SHE SMILES (a small secret thing hidden away in the corner of her mouth ) at the FLUSH of affection and warmth that washes over her : her own fingers curling against his briefly in return, ECHOING the feeling. it LINGERS, even after he’s left, as she turns back to her station and allows her grin to take full bloom.
❝ – i am gratified you were able to join me this evening, nyota. ❞ brown eyes over her figure , he cannot hide his admiration . even if he neglects to say so out loud , ❝ it is unfortunate this time together may be compromised by the possible appearance of the assailant. ❞
“ WHEN you’re on the job you have to make DATE NIGHTS however you can. “ there’s a sly grin forming at the edge of her mouth, a DIMPLE peering out in the hollow of her cheek. despite the seriousness of the situation, she had to admit the setting was pretty nice. “ THINK of it as exciting. “
