[ one, two, one, two. the counting was like a lullaby, making heavy marta's eyelids in a way no story has since her arrival on this station. perhaps she'd already been half-dozing when he had begun to reach out, for she doesn't realize until those knuckles brush against her thigh, pulling her back to the present.
there's less than a handful of seconds between that touch and the sighing of that name, but for the duration of them it had seemed like a lifetime — and yet still not nearly long enough to even begin to decipher her emotions in that time.
when his eyes fix on her, seeing her, she looks away as if to grant him the privacy she couldn't just a few moments prior. ]
Where else would I be? You called me, remember?
[ he had called, needing her (or so it'd seemed) — of course she'd answer. it's as simple as that.
reaching for her kit, she motions for him to turn with her free hand. ]
no subject
there's less than a handful of seconds between that touch and the sighing of that name, but for the duration of them it had seemed like a lifetime — and yet still not nearly long enough to even begin to decipher her emotions in that time.
when his eyes fix on her, seeing her, she looks away as if to grant him the privacy she couldn't just a few moments prior. ]
Where else would I be? You called me, remember?
[ he had called, needing her (or so it'd seemed) — of course she'd answer. it's as simple as that.
reaching for her kit, she motions for him to turn with her free hand. ]
Come on then. Show me your back.