Re: The Reception: Aric, Elizabeth and Open
Elizabeth raised and eyebrow and laughed quietly. "I didn't know you were psychic as well," she told him, keeping as much under control as she could. She thought she was doing okay. But he really was very very close indeed and, damnit, she liked it.
Nevertheless, she did meet his moving back with a small sigh of relief - which she hoped he hadn't noticed. At this distance she could at least meet him eye to eye... even if she wasn't sure just what it was she saw. He was damn good at "social niceties", sod him. She'd seen him in action more than once and she appreciated how he used to reel them in. Even though she was more than forewarned she found herself far from immune to him. Hell, she thought back about their shared, if chaste, night together more than she'd ever admit to anyone.
She started very slightly when his hand touched her cheek and she knew beyond all doubt that she was blushing and there was absolutely no way he wouldn't see it. Fuck it, she was completely trapped. He sounded and looked almost like he did on that night she'd never admit to thinking about and she decided that, if he was winding her up she'd kill him.
She paused, then lifted her hand to his, stroking her finger along his wrist. "And what could you make me forget in return?" she asked him, with a smile totally devoid of mockery.