| [Jun. 12th, 2009|12:08 am] |
Asuma would have said something witty, but it was hard to keep a thought straight when your mission partner looked a step away from a post-coital pastry experience. Especially when she started licking her fingers, blue eyes gleaming beneath her wild hair, and he could smell steak in the air...
It helped when she stuck her nose into the container and looked twelve, instead. But not by much.
Asuma corralled his thoughts into line with a little more force than necessary. "Some practice," he hedged, casting his mind back. "I spent a month with a fishing trawler when I was sixteen. And another two with smugglers just before my eighteenth, which was a damn sight more entertaining. Less fish guts, for starters."
More human guts, but at least he'd gotten better pay for those.
He glanced down at Tsume, studying the curve of cheekbone that had come back to rest against his shoulder. This close, he could feel the edge of a tremble in her muscles, see the faintest grey cast around her lips. But food had put colour back into her cheeks, and she could rest more on a ship...
He didn't get up.
"How 'bout you? Ever been pirating?" |
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