Truthfully, she's not all that one hundred percent set on needing to do either. It's not like she hasn't missed out on beach days or sight-seeing here, before -- they just never quite seem to get out the door. She's faintly impressed that they even managed to get this far, when every minute with Steve is another minute where she wants to sit a little closer, put her arms around his neck, lean up and give him a kiss.
It's not that she thinks of herself as distraction, or that she wants him to think that's what she's here to offer. There's nothing that's going to really distract Steve from what happened this week, and it shouldn't. Besides, what they have might be casual, and fun, and as much of a part of vacation as beach time or hiking or surfing, but Steve's hardly just a good time, and she'd be surprised if that was all he thought of her, either.
But, seriously, they could probably both use it. Nothing wrong with calling a spade a spade, or wanting to be close to someone for a little while, especially when that someone is an old, good friend.
She rolls her window down the rest of the way, drapes her arm along the hot metal and rubber, fingers loose in the wind, rolling her head against the headrest to look at him.
"Admittedly, actually getting to see some of the sights would be kind of a novelty. Maybe I should make that my priority."
Dark eyes warm with teasing and affection and maybe just a little something else, because it really has been too long since she's seen him, since they've gotten to fall back into this easy banter, just being around each other. Months will go by without so much as a phone call, but this just never goes, and she hopes it never does.
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Date: 2013-01-25 04:25 pm (UTC)Truthfully, she's not all that one hundred percent set on needing to do either. It's not like she hasn't missed out on beach days or sight-seeing here, before -- they just never quite seem to get out the door. She's faintly impressed that they even managed to get this far, when every minute with Steve is another minute where she wants to sit a little closer, put her arms around his neck, lean up and give him a kiss.
It's not that she thinks of herself as distraction, or that she wants him to think that's what she's here to offer. There's nothing that's going to really distract Steve from what happened this week, and it shouldn't. Besides, what they have might be casual, and fun, and as much of a part of vacation as beach time or hiking or surfing, but Steve's hardly just a good time, and she'd be surprised if that was all he thought of her, either.
But, seriously, they could probably both use it. Nothing wrong with calling a spade a spade, or wanting to be close to someone for a little while, especially when that someone is an old, good friend.
She rolls her window down the rest of the way, drapes her arm along the hot metal and rubber, fingers loose in the wind, rolling her head against the headrest to look at him.
"Admittedly, actually getting to see some of the sights would be kind of a novelty. Maybe I should make that my priority."
Dark eyes warm with teasing and affection and maybe just a little something else, because it really has been too long since she's seen him, since they've gotten to fall back into this easy banter, just being around each other. Months will go by without so much as a phone call, but this just never goes, and she hopes it never does.