Title: Observation
Rating: R
Characters: Paul/Madeline
Word Count: 100
Summary: Paul has always had excellent skills of observation.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This drabble is... well, not my best work. I jotted it down while incredibly bored in a meeting at work a while back, and I can't really find any way to improve on its mediocrity and sparseness without going over 100 words. But because I should post it before I accidentally lose it or something, am posting it here.
There are certain signs Paul's learned to watch for over the years.
An almost inaudible, almost pained gasp.
The slight deepening of a tiny frown.
Her perfectly manicured nails digging into his back, his thighs, the folds of the bedsheets.
The pursing of her lips, just a little, as if she's angry or thinking too hard.
All of these are signs that he's doing something right, that she's enjoying herself. She never makes a sound. It would be disheartening, hurtful even, if he didn't know her so well.
Sex with Madeline is, and always has been, an exercise in observation.