At the sight of Jack's smile, Reinette felt one of her own settle across her features. It was small, and caused part of her to ache. It occurred to her how little she had smiled over the last year. Some of that -- most of it -- could be attributed to the exhausting pace she had chosen to attack life. But some of it sure was Jack's absence.
She wondered what he would think, if she told him that.
"You really must cease with those words, Jack," she said then, referring to his thanks. "I am not going to acknowledge them."
Part of Reinette expected Jack to catch them up then and leave, just as he said. She fully understood if he never wished to spend another minute in France. But instead he made a fine attempt of taking over her bed in the old, familiar way. She shifted to allow him to.
"Like yourself," Reinette answered, her fingers moving to push back a few strays hair that spangled on his forehead. "Like Jack."
Only, not quite.
"Except..."
Reinette carefully untangled herself from the bed, moving to a chair that sat on the far side of her room. She shifted a large bungle of grey fabric aside to find something smaller and just as familiar. Returned to the bed Reinette came to stand against the bed, near Jack.
She lifted his arm, placing a careful, quiet kiss to the top of his wrist before returning his wrist strap where it belonged.
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Date: 2010-03-24 04:24 am (UTC)She wondered what he would think, if she told him that.
"You really must cease with those words, Jack," she said then, referring to his thanks. "I am not going to acknowledge them."
Part of Reinette expected Jack to catch them up then and leave, just as he said. She fully understood if he never wished to spend another minute in France. But instead he made a fine attempt of taking over her bed in the old, familiar way. She shifted to allow him to.
"Like yourself," Reinette answered, her fingers moving to push back a few strays hair that spangled on his forehead. "Like Jack."
Only, not quite.
"Except..."
Reinette carefully untangled herself from the bed, moving to a chair that sat on the far side of her room. She shifted a large bungle of grey fabric aside to find something smaller and just as familiar. Returned to the bed Reinette came to stand against the bed, near Jack.
She lifted his arm, placing a careful, quiet kiss to the top of his wrist before returning his wrist strap where it belonged.