[ sally's fingers trace a slow, winding path up along kovacs' shirt buttons, intent too brazen to be as coy as she means for it to be, and marta finds herself helplessly tracing its path towards the destination of kovacs' bared throat, and further up still to familiar fold of that smug smile. logically, rationally, marta knows the charm is simply a part of the role, but the headiness left behind by all that alcohol makes everything he does suddenly seem so very personal.
slowly, she settles herself down on the table, drawing the new bottle sally had provided them up into her lap, tucking the cool glass between the fold of her skirt over her thighs. her fingers drum along its neck, mouth twisting open before she can even help herself. ]
If you want him for a few hours for yourself, I can take on more of the load.
[ okay, maybe she should feel bad about butting in here, but in her defense... well. sally did it first. ]
But you should know — he snores.
[ sally looks to marta, clearly waiting for her to elaborate on what is so obviously an intimate detail, and yet all marta does is smile her polite little smile, content to let the waitress' imagination fill in the blanks for her. ]
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slowly, she settles herself down on the table, drawing the new bottle sally had provided them up into her lap, tucking the cool glass between the fold of her skirt over her thighs. her fingers drum along its neck, mouth twisting open before she can even help herself. ]
If you want him for a few hours for yourself, I can take on more of the load.
[ okay, maybe she should feel bad about butting in here, but in her defense... well. sally did it first. ]
But you should know — he snores.
[ sally looks to marta, clearly waiting for her to elaborate on what is so obviously an intimate detail, and yet all marta does is smile her polite little smile, content to let the waitress' imagination fill in the blanks for her. ]