There was a moment — her face alight from teasing him, her shoulder curving towards him, her head tilted towards his chest, a ghost of a smile on his own lips — there was a moment that could have become something else. He could sense the potential of it and he could picture the transformation; he could reach up to catch the side of her head, laying his palm against her cheek, lean his forehead against hers, meet her eyes, say something clever or (more likely, when nothing clever came to mind) something earnest. It could have become a moment of intimacy — intimacy in the larger sense, intimacy meaning more than just sex. He hesitated a fraction of a second and then the window had passed and she was talking about longer beds.
"If that happens maybe I'll just move in here," he suggested lightly. "Push the beds together, what do you think?" It was a silly remark, but obviously a little provocative too — and to punctuate that, he slipped his hand up to her waist, finally closing the distance they had been dancing around since he entered the room. The thought occurred to Ford only now that he hadn't gone by his bedroom to take off Tycho's amulet and if she laid her head or hand on his chest (nevermind any activities that involved undressing) she might notice and ask him about it. Which was fine, in theory; there was nothing overtly suspicious about having picked up trinkets from one's friends. Still, he wasn't sure that he was ready to talk about Tycho around her in a way that wouldn't make anything he said sound suspicious — but now that he'd wrapped his arm around her there didn't seem to be many avenues of graceful exit still available, so he supposed he'd just have to find out.
"If that happens maybe I'll just move in here," he suggested lightly. "Push the beds together, what do you think?" It was a silly remark, but obviously a little provocative too — and to punctuate that, he slipped his hand up to her waist, finally closing the distance they had been dancing around since he entered the room. The thought occurred to Ford only now that he hadn't gone by his bedroom to take off Tycho's amulet and if she laid her head or hand on his chest (nevermind any activities that involved undressing) she might notice and ask him about it. Which was fine, in theory; there was nothing overtly suspicious about having picked up trinkets from one's friends. Still, he wasn't sure that he was ready to talk about Tycho around her in a way that wouldn't make anything he said sound suspicious — but now that he'd wrapped his arm around her there didn't seem to be many avenues of graceful exit still available, so he supposed he'd just have to find out.
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