"No, I suppose it wasn't." Sara grinned. As she listened to Tracey's words she soon caught on to the familiar pattern. To most it would go over their heads and the only reason Sara caught on was because it was a wordplay that she often used herself. "Well," she began, hoping the ice she was walking on wouldn't betray her and break, "How are you so sure these 'someones' aren't interested?"
Sara shifted as she felt Tracey's eyes on her. She knew that it was likely that any uninterested party wouldn't keep their eyes on someone so long, so Tracey must at least be interested to some degree.
Using the time knelt down picking the bars up, Sara tried her best to compose herself. What just happened? I almost kissed her! And I think she almost kissed me!
Drawn out of her thoughts as she felt something bump her head, she looked up to see Tracey leaning down with her. Her breath caught again and she hoped Tracey didn't notice. Sara was so close to just giving in, almost sure that Tracey wouldn't be disgusted, but she still hesitated.
What if she was wrong?
Sara caught Tracey's horrified look with one of her own. When Tracey stood suddenly, it left Sara with a face to face view of the blonde's legs. She swallowed and resisted the urge to reach out and stroke them.
When Tracey turned her back, Sara regained her composure and stood as well. Taking the bars in her hand, she drew a deep breath and moved behind Tracey, close enough to where her front was almost touching Tracey's back. Reaching around Tracey, slowly and apprehensively, she placed the metal bars on the shelf in front of her, Sara's breath, she was sure, on Tracey's ear.