Drabble: Muscle Memory (Mad Men, Midge/Don, PG)
Title: Muscle Memory
Info: Mad Men, Midge/Don, for damariscain. 121 words.
It really is funny how her fingers find the numbers on the dial. The sound of the phone, oscillating, winding up and drawing back. And when he answers, she smiles, as if she meant to call him the entire time. "Well, Don," she says, her fingers tugging at the cord, wrapping themselves tight. "It's good to hear your voice."
A moment of dead air, and she thinks, letting it stand, that she can hear him breathing. "I didn't think you would call," he says, and she remembers the way his back moved, under her hands. "I thought things were clear."
Midge can't help laughing. "Clear? Nothing's ever clear."
"No," he says, and there is a sigh in his voice. "I don't suppose it is."
Info: Mad Men, Midge/Don, for damariscain. 121 words.
It really is funny how her fingers find the numbers on the dial. The sound of the phone, oscillating, winding up and drawing back. And when he answers, she smiles, as if she meant to call him the entire time. "Well, Don," she says, her fingers tugging at the cord, wrapping themselves tight. "It's good to hear your voice."
A moment of dead air, and she thinks, letting it stand, that she can hear him breathing. "I didn't think you would call," he says, and she remembers the way his back moved, under her hands. "I thought things were clear."
Midge can't help laughing. "Clear? Nothing's ever clear."
"No," he says, and there is a sigh in his voice. "I don't suppose it is."