[Something hurts in the separation, but it takes Beau a moment to even realize before she settles back into their pace. Since when did she get so damn grabby?]
Fuckin' nuts is what it is.
[It makes her wonder about the kinds of things out there she hasn't yet seen, the worlds she hasn't travelled. For once, this kind of life just feels good and right.]
Didn't even cost anything. Crazy how places without an economy just give stuff away. Guess I'm uh... glad we got it, before someone else did. Or before we couldn't, or something.
(It does feel like this is only for the two of them. Yasha has an absurd wish to want to bottle this moment so she can come back to it later. She likes how quiet it is up here, she likes the way their car gently sways with the push and pull of the breeze. She likes sitting across from Beau, speaking quietly to her. It feels good.)
[Beau doesn't draw further attention to them or their own actions here-- she doesn't want to ruin this moment, this sweet tension that's keeping them pinned here. But that doesn't stop her from reaching just a bit forward, linking fingertips into Yasha's and saying nothing about it.]
Dunno. Guess we better enjoy it while it's here.
[Just don't ask questions, don't ask about if this is a Thing, it's Not A Thing, it's FINE--]
(Yasha isn't looking but she still feels every single inch of it like electricity on the top of her skin. Beau's nails lightly scratch the sides of her fingers before everything settles. Her heartbeat thuds in her ears. She makes herself look up.)
I am enjoying it.
(It really feels like a Thing, now. Yasha's ushering it into the cramped little compartment with them, letting it sit squarely in the middle.)
[She can feel the other woman's eyes on her, sending lightning-bolt thrills through their hands and up her spine. Beau isn't even processing what she's looking at anymore, the view out the window melting together into a haze of green she doesn't care much about at all. It still takes time for her to have the courage to look back, the little grin on her face coming with it.]
Yeah. Me too.
[As long as she doesn't have a heart attack between now and when they get out from the lack of knowing What This Is and her abject refusal to truly review it at all.]
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Fuckin' nuts is what it is.
[It makes her wonder about the kinds of things out there she hasn't yet seen, the worlds she hasn't travelled. For once, this kind of life just feels good and right.]
Didn't even cost anything. Crazy how places without an economy just give stuff away. Guess I'm uh... glad we got it, before someone else did. Or before we couldn't, or something.
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(It does feel like this is only for the two of them. Yasha has an absurd wish to want to bottle this moment so she can come back to it later. She likes how quiet it is up here, she likes the way their car gently sways with the push and pull of the breeze. She likes sitting across from Beau, speaking quietly to her. It feels good.)
... How long do you think it will stay like this?
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Dunno. Guess we better enjoy it while it's here.
[Just don't ask questions, don't ask about if this is a Thing, it's Not A Thing, it's FINE--]
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(Yasha isn't looking but she still feels every single inch of it like electricity on the top of her skin. Beau's nails lightly scratch the sides of her fingers before everything settles. Her heartbeat thuds in her ears. She makes herself look up.)
I am enjoying it.
(It really feels like a Thing, now. Yasha's ushering it into the cramped little compartment with them, letting it sit squarely in the middle.)
wrap this one up?
Yeah. Me too.
[As long as she doesn't have a heart attack between now and when they get out from the lack of knowing What This Is and her abject refusal to truly review it at all.]