@iiraeth :
( – @bixem // continued from here.
『✘』Your words and that little smile wrap a tight chord around her chest, constricting like a vice, but she merely offers her own simple smile and pushes herself to her feet. “Sorry,” she offers in a voice light and untroubled, a bold-faced lie. There would be time to think over this little incident, to analyze every detail and fret over her potential demolition of their friendship, but for now – there’s work to be done and pride to save.
With you, things have always been on a sort of level of comfortable she does not get with anyone else. It makes her let her defenses slide and she stops monitoring her words, her actions. If you asked her if she had meant anything with the kiss, she genuinely could not tell you and she did not want to venture too deep into her own psych and find out. And so she does what she does best, and gets right over to the car.
“It’s real simple,” she tells him, going on to show him how to change out spark plugs on an engine. Fingers work with careful precision but move slower so he can get a decent view, even though she’s pretty sure he couldn’t care less about the task itself. But she does it anyways, for both of them.
As if your expression were a neon sign blaring brightly in the darkness, he caught the disappointment and in this moment his heart fell and sank to the depths of oblivion and yet he knew with certainty that he’d made the right decision and needed to stick closely to it with confidence. Those lips pursing tightly with the slow shift of long legs and the pad of heavy boots after your form.
What if he’d been more accepting of your advance, what if it never happened in the first place. What if, what if, it made his head spin and his eyes pressed shut to push away the thoughts and reach for some slim piece of simplicity in freedom. His own needs reflecting an action he shouldn’t be dwelling on in this situation and yet in the mind of a man, went unnoticed like the most basic of instincts as his hand fell to your back and lightly cradled the dip of your waist.
Careful did those dark orbs follow your hands as you showed him how to change out the plugs, keeping the fact that he knew this like the back of his hand a secret if only it’d mean to lighten the mood and to ease the thought of you pressed against this car from his mind... He felt fucked up ❝ Alright.. so how many of these do we need to do before you’re done for the night? ❞
