(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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(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.]