It was there, between them still. The thread, whisper-soft and then and all but impossible to see. And though they did not speak of it, it still sat loose and pooled. Which might be unremarkable excepting for the taunt pull of it that had existed between them from almost the moment Reinette and Jack met.
She had accepted its state, and was prepared to address it later. But there it was. A quiet tug, a subtle pull. Reinette might not understand pillows as weapons or mysterious lights in cold boxes. But she did know this.
She hardly moved, but Reinette picked up the thread all the same.
"I could, think. I suppose."
The distance between them closed, an act she asked him to take no part of. She yielding, placing herself fully in Jack's space. Her only nod to uncertainty was to place a careful, quiet hand on his chest. Again she noted the way her skin contrasted against the blue.
"Or I could not."
Reinette lifted her mouth to his own. It could hardly even be called a kiss. Just a touch of her lips to his, warm and present.
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Date: 2010-03-30 05:09 am (UTC)She had accepted its state, and was prepared to address it later. But there it was. A quiet tug, a subtle pull. Reinette might not understand pillows as weapons or mysterious lights in cold boxes. But she did know this.
She hardly moved, but Reinette picked up the thread all the same.
"I could, think. I suppose."
The distance between them closed, an act she asked him to take no part of. She yielding, placing herself fully in Jack's space. Her only nod to uncertainty was to place a careful, quiet hand on his chest. Again she noted the way her skin contrasted against the blue.
"Or I could not."
Reinette lifted her mouth to his own. It could hardly even be called a kiss. Just a touch of her lips to his, warm and present.
A touch.