Drabble #43
Oct. 21st, 2010 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageisukeRenee lay on the couch, half asleep. She had only intended it to be for thirty minutes or so, but as the time wore on she had a hard time convincing herself it was worth it to get up. She had a meeting in an hour, and it wasn't like she hadn't prepared for it. Even if she hadn't, there was the small part of her that said 'It's just Traine' and waved off the need for strict formality. There was a blurry line there already, and she felt like she needed to turn the lens and sharpen it, but not right now.
Eventually, she dropped off to sleep.
With a jerk, she half sat up as she felt her feet being moved. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes she looked around, dazed and as on guard as she could be considering she had fallen into a harder sleep than she meant to. Her legs were now resting on someone's lap and the too-bright red stuck out. Traine had made himself comfortable and rested his forearms on her shins. He had the papers she had laid out on the table in his hand. It hadn't been flipped through, but he was preparing to do so.
The moment she tried to pull her legs away so she could sit up, his arms pressed down, making it harder to move. He was looking at her, face calm. "Get some rest."
She paused. It was tempting, but it wasn't even a second before she was starting to move again. This time his unoccupied hand wrapped almost all the way around her calf, staying her. His eyes lost a bit of their warmth and his voice grew more firm. "Go back to sleep."
She took in a breath as a frown settled on her face. Then he smacked her on the top of her head with the papers in his hand. Startled, she stared at him. "I can read them just fine. If I have any questions, I'll ask you before I leave." Traine hadn't said it as matter-of-factly as he could have. There was still a hint of an appeal to his voice. He couldn't force her to do what she didn't want to do. They both knew that. It was another few seconds before she let herself slip back down to the couch. She looked at him for a little while, before closing her eyes and drifting off again.
When she woke again, it was because something was messing with one of her feet. She pulled it away from the sensation and kicked. There was an 'umf' and she creaked her eyes open, mildly confused by it all after her nap. Her foot was solidly jammed against Traine's bicep, the only thing that stopped her from getting him right in the ribs. He had a mild smile on his face, but most of it was in the eyes, a mischievous twinkle.
"Meeting ajourned," he announced, though his voice was soft compared to normal, to match with her still hazy expression. He slid out from under her legs and brushed his pants off, the papers already placed in neat stacks on the table. "I'll give Drei what he needs to sign when he comes back in town." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Your next meeting is in ten." He leaned back and there was a bit of his usual cockiness in his smile now, but it wasn't full of teeth. "So fix your bed head." Renee couldn't remember the last time he had given her that entirely over-confident smile she had grown used to so long ago. He lifted his chin as a replacement for a wave, hands full of folders and papers. She blinked slowly and lifted her own hand tiredly in goodbye. She wondered if it was the job or if it was age or hell, maybe it was her, that had injected a bit of maturity into him. Looking at his back as he walked out of the room, she knew at least one thing for sure: she liked what she saw.
Eventually, she dropped off to sleep.
With a jerk, she half sat up as she felt her feet being moved. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes she looked around, dazed and as on guard as she could be considering she had fallen into a harder sleep than she meant to. Her legs were now resting on someone's lap and the too-bright red stuck out. Traine had made himself comfortable and rested his forearms on her shins. He had the papers she had laid out on the table in his hand. It hadn't been flipped through, but he was preparing to do so.
The moment she tried to pull her legs away so she could sit up, his arms pressed down, making it harder to move. He was looking at her, face calm. "Get some rest."
She paused. It was tempting, but it wasn't even a second before she was starting to move again. This time his unoccupied hand wrapped almost all the way around her calf, staying her. His eyes lost a bit of their warmth and his voice grew more firm. "Go back to sleep."
She took in a breath as a frown settled on her face. Then he smacked her on the top of her head with the papers in his hand. Startled, she stared at him. "I can read them just fine. If I have any questions, I'll ask you before I leave." Traine hadn't said it as matter-of-factly as he could have. There was still a hint of an appeal to his voice. He couldn't force her to do what she didn't want to do. They both knew that. It was another few seconds before she let herself slip back down to the couch. She looked at him for a little while, before closing her eyes and drifting off again.
When she woke again, it was because something was messing with one of her feet. She pulled it away from the sensation and kicked. There was an 'umf' and she creaked her eyes open, mildly confused by it all after her nap. Her foot was solidly jammed against Traine's bicep, the only thing that stopped her from getting him right in the ribs. He had a mild smile on his face, but most of it was in the eyes, a mischievous twinkle.
"Meeting ajourned," he announced, though his voice was soft compared to normal, to match with her still hazy expression. He slid out from under her legs and brushed his pants off, the papers already placed in neat stacks on the table. "I'll give Drei what he needs to sign when he comes back in town." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Your next meeting is in ten." He leaned back and there was a bit of his usual cockiness in his smile now, but it wasn't full of teeth. "So fix your bed head." Renee couldn't remember the last time he had given her that entirely over-confident smile she had grown used to so long ago. He lifted his chin as a replacement for a wave, hands full of folders and papers. She blinked slowly and lifted her own hand tiredly in goodbye. She wondered if it was the job or if it was age or hell, maybe it was her, that had injected a bit of maturity into him. Looking at his back as he walked out of the room, she knew at least one thing for sure: she liked what she saw.
