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Title: A Few Small Bruises
Rating: I'm sure this is safesafesafe
Paring: C.J./Simon
Notes: I totally owe this to jillkins. ♥
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She's not looking at him, therefore he really shouldn't be listening. The conversation, by body language alone, is not intended for him and the awkward feeling of eavesdropping is what ultimately leads him to go back to checking her email, her voice dissolving into a thick hum.
It's when she starts pacing do his eyes find her again.
He remembers not why she is so angry, or who pissed her off, but he's late to realizing that she was really engaging him all along. Never by name of course, but by fast 'ya knows' and a series of rhetorical questions, none of which leave any room for responses and all the more room to lose interest. So he does and finds more attractions in her. Her movements and gesticulations make him want to drink in every part of her - lips, eyes, chest, hands, elbows - and he wonders how such a graceless women can be so elegant. All he wants to do is kiss her face.
Somewhere in all this, he misses her stop and put a hand on her hip, and examine him in way similar to how he scrutinized her.
"You haven't heard a word I said," C.J. accuses and there is a shade of amusement sliding off her tongue.
Simon just shrugs and gives a small, crooked smile. It's rude but he doesn't care, not really, and his eyes stare at her mouth trying to size up the punishment for something so foolish. A quick peck wouldn't hurt… too bad.
Rating: I'm sure this is safesafesafe
Paring: C.J./Simon
Notes: I totally owe this to jillkins. ♥
~
She's not looking at him, therefore he really shouldn't be listening. The conversation, by body language alone, is not intended for him and the awkward feeling of eavesdropping is what ultimately leads him to go back to checking her email, her voice dissolving into a thick hum.
It's when she starts pacing do his eyes find her again.
He remembers not why she is so angry, or who pissed her off, but he's late to realizing that she was really engaging him all along. Never by name of course, but by fast 'ya knows' and a series of rhetorical questions, none of which leave any room for responses and all the more room to lose interest. So he does and finds more attractions in her. Her movements and gesticulations make him want to drink in every part of her - lips, eyes, chest, hands, elbows - and he wonders how such a graceless women can be so elegant. All he wants to do is kiss her face.
Somewhere in all this, he misses her stop and put a hand on her hip, and examine him in way similar to how he scrutinized her.
"You haven't heard a word I said," C.J. accuses and there is a shade of amusement sliding off her tongue.
Simon just shrugs and gives a small, crooked smile. It's rude but he doesn't care, not really, and his eyes stare at her mouth trying to size up the punishment for something so foolish. A quick peck wouldn't hurt… too bad.