There was a bizarre quality to it, a sense of too strange that prickled his skin, but it could have been the chill, the way the white resisted dark leather as it slipped to the floor, as he stretched to gather it.
And looked up. She had ankles. Nero did. Ankles, calves--it's not fair to look, even if you want to--his eyes slid away and found the sloped line of shoulders. The shapes were different, but the same, compact and graceful.
Ayel knew his own body was mostly straight up and down. He'd never chanced a look at Sharra--nobody did, not to her face--but everyone said they looked alike. Straight and long.
Uninteresting, he thought, beside strong sleek curves like those. Except Nero hadn't blinked the entire time.
Oh.
He slipped the coat from his shoulder, hung it with the trousers across his arm and held them out, one hand cocked on his hip. Leaning on the wall--cold, but it drove lines into angles, made something of them.
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-02-18 03:26 pm (UTC)And looked up. She had ankles. Nero did. Ankles, calves--it's not fair to look, even if you want to--his eyes slid away and found the sloped line of shoulders. The shapes were different, but the same, compact and graceful.
Ayel knew his own body was mostly straight up and down. He'd never chanced a look at Sharra--nobody did, not to her face--but everyone said they looked alike. Straight and long.
Uninteresting, he thought, beside strong sleek curves like those. Except Nero hadn't blinked the entire time.
Oh.
He slipped the coat from his shoulder, hung it with the trousers across his arm and held them out, one hand cocked on his hip. Leaning on the wall--cold, but it drove lines into angles, made something of them.
"Fits us both," he murmured. "If we do it right."