I finally got it done! Well, its a double drabble, actually. ^_^
Quiet Days ~ Spending long days travelling, forced so close together, made them almost too familar with each other. Physical touch or speaking aloud would push over the edge from stimulation to abrasion, destroying the grudging beginnings of allowing and accepting the other to be so near when there was no other choice but resentment. It should be so simple, why didn't the two idiots in the back get it?
On quiet days, when no one needed to speak, they conversed out of the corners of their eyes. They learned how to hear the nuances of posture and position and tension and expression, and how to converse in that language -- haltingly at first, then with greater fluency. On quiet days, they discovered the feel of each other without touching. Gazes slid over clothing as if it was naked skin, eyes locked for heartbeat before glancing back to the road. Anything more would be too much.
At the ends of such quiet days, when they finally reached a much-anticipated inn, the rooming arrangements had already been determined silently long before. Yet, even if a seperate room wasn't available, they didn't need much time alone. On such days they'd already engaged in hours of foreplay and talking dirty.
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Date: 2005-11-04 05:03 pm (UTC)Quiet Days
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Spending long days travelling, forced so close together, made them almost too familar with each other. Physical touch or speaking aloud would push over the edge from stimulation to abrasion, destroying the grudging beginnings of allowing and accepting the other to be so near when there was no other choice but resentment. It should be so simple, why didn't the two idiots in the back get it?
On quiet days, when no one needed to speak, they conversed out of the corners of their eyes. They learned how to hear the nuances of posture and position and tension and expression, and how to converse in that language -- haltingly at first, then with greater fluency. On quiet days, they discovered the feel of each other without touching. Gazes slid over clothing as if it was naked skin, eyes locked for heartbeat before glancing back to the road. Anything more would be too much.
At the ends of such quiet days, when they finally reached a much-anticipated inn, the rooming arrangements had already been determined silently long before. Yet, even if a seperate room wasn't available, they didn't need much time alone. On such days they'd already engaged in hours of foreplay and talking dirty.