She tucks her head to his shoulder, smiling softly into his collar as they more sway than dance through a song. If he has ideas about what to do now, she's more than willing to entertain them.
When he doesn't seem to, or at least doesn't move to, she takes the initiative or the lead or whatever it is they're doing. Steps back, for a moment, just to look at him and admire him. The sweetness and the not-quite-shyness and the fact that, well, let's face it, John Sheppard is a handsome man.
She brings her hands up to run down his arms, again, curling her hands over his and kissing his fingertips. And then, leaving him for a moment, attends to the practicalities before anything else. Because once they're well sunk in the moment she's fairly sure they won't want to leave the warmth of each other in the bed. There's already glasses conveniently there. It's the work of but a moment to fill one for each of them and set them in an empty space on the bedside table.
And then, smiling softly, brushing the backs of her fingers lightly down his cheek, she takes his hand and leads him to the bed. Not for anything overt. Not for anything more involved than settling down so that they're no longer standing, and closer to the surface they'll inevitably wind up on. Another step they don't have to take once they're in that moment.
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:38 am (UTC)When he doesn't seem to, or at least doesn't move to, she takes the initiative or the lead or whatever it is they're doing. Steps back, for a moment, just to look at him and admire him. The sweetness and the not-quite-shyness and the fact that, well, let's face it, John Sheppard is a handsome man.
She brings her hands up to run down his arms, again, curling her hands over his and kissing his fingertips. And then, leaving him for a moment, attends to the practicalities before anything else. Because once they're well sunk in the moment she's fairly sure they won't want to leave the warmth of each other in the bed. There's already glasses conveniently there. It's the work of but a moment to fill one for each of them and set them in an empty space on the bedside table.
And then, smiling softly, brushing the backs of her fingers lightly down his cheek, she takes his hand and leads him to the bed. Not for anything overt. Not for anything more involved than settling down so that they're no longer standing, and closer to the surface they'll inevitably wind up on. Another step they don't have to take once they're in that moment.