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[notabricklayer]

He doesn't even have time to complain about the blatant cheating before exhaustion drags him under. And he stays there for hours, longer than a simple nap.

Slowly he wakes up, hitching himself up by stages. The dark behind his eyelids is still very inviting, but it is no longer irresistible when he blinks blearily at the ceiling.

The... ceiling? For a long moment he cannot remember where he is, or how he got there. It's familiar, but not the ceiling he has been staring at for the last week. Not the ship either... oh. Memory finally catches up with him, and he relaxes back against the bed.

Now. To get up. ... And, evidently, parade around the apartment stark naked.

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[olyabird.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhmm."

Maybe she was just convenient. Free of complications. Ludicrous. She's been nothing but complications for him since she met him.

Her pride still bristles, a bit. She's told him he's the reason she's not gone back to Istanbul yet. Told him she wasn't even looking for a lover. (Didn't dare explain why.) Told him she doesn't believe in luck.

There's a long drawn out silence as she deals with the unpleasant sensation behind her breastbone. Jealousy. How very odd.

"Then I won't be forced to kill them?" She tries for a light-hearted tease. She may even succeed.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

It is a very good try. If she'd been up against a fair number of other people, that would have passed.

However, she's not up against any of those people. She's up against someone who has been trained to read people, and often has to drag certain truths out of his captain by force. His gaze is searching, sad as he studies her face, the sudden tension he hadn't noted before.

"Olya. Tell me what you're thinking." It's not quite a request, echoing what she's said frequently.

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

He looks right through her sometimes. It's disconcerting. (And worse, she's glad of it. After so many years of being invisible, it's a welcome relief.)

She catches his hand and brings it to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. Her eyes close and she tries to honour his request, nuzzling against his skin, against those devilishly clever fingers.

"I think..."

She starts and stops again, her brow knitting, the revelation surprising her even as she forms the words.

"I think I'm falling for you."

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

That little ember of joy right there, that's worth all of the pain of last week and all of the frustration of this week, and some more besides. This is... ever since that first night he's been more and more fascinated by her, it's become more important to have her good opinion.
It is so very good to know he's not the only one.

"Oh darlin'." He shifts to bring his other hand up along the curve of her jaw, tilting her chin up so he can smile at her. "I am very glad to hear you say that."

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

It takes a bit of coaxing, and then she feels the flare of emotion in response to her words, and she draws a sharp little breath. She looks up, meeting his impossibly blue eyes and leaning into his touch.

There are no words, really. The odd sensation behind her breast bone twists into something sweeter, though still an ache. It has been so long, and it's not a little frightening. And the implications are clear: she is still human, still rooted in this world, and that in itself is a bit of a knee-wobbling relief.

Her eyes drift closed again, her cheek resting against his palm. Desire is flaring again, and she knows he's still not feeling well, so this simple touch will have to suffice.

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

This is a first, after the emotional nuclear war that was his divorce - not a fling, not a temporary tiding-over before the next big event, but an actual, real relationship. He wonders, briefly, if his father would have approved of her. Most likely he would. He would like anyone who could drink him under the table. He abandons that line of thought before it can get dragged into the if-only cycle.
He would like to show her just how happy she's made him, but he's fairly sure he wouldn't be able to finish that promise, and he already knows her opinion on that. So he kisses her, gentle and almost chaste. That will do, for now.