Re: At Le Gym: Sharon C/Steve R
[Steve felt at the flexed muscle, his expression one of exaggeration admiration (though he was truthfully impressed). He kissed her again.] No. Very impressive. [He leaned away from Sharon then, withdrawing his arms to start untying his hands, held stiff by taut gauze. He shook his head. Cooled fingers of sweat drew down the back of his neck at the motion.
His thoughts circled back to the cause of tension between his shoulders. He sighed.] You know why I wanted to fight in the war? [The gauze was bright against the yellow lights of the wide room. It unwound in spools.]