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Post by claire on Oct 13, 2010 17:38:24 GMT -5
Claire listened as he began singing in the silence. He had a lovely voice, even if he didn't think as much as she did. The corners of her mouth upturned into a gentle smile, eyes still intently locked, however, now they focused on his lips. The way they curved with every word, every syllable had her somewhat transfixed, if not mesmerized. When he finished, she gave a small adorable giggle. "No, still haven' heard it, but your voice is lovely."
She gave a half smile, still trying to calm herself down. His presence, and not to mention singing, had helped significantly. Out of everyone she could be stuck with, she was glad she was stuck with him. Not that she really fancied being stuck with her two biggest fears anyway, but he made it easier. Claire sucked in her bottom lip, then turned away from her insistent gaze. "Not...not everyday. It's usually quite boring on my end. I'm not really...needed right now, so I read, then fill the tactical officers up on what they need." She reached over, stroking the contours of his hand idly before she realized what the hell she was doing, the immediately retracted. "Oh..god..I..I'm sorry. She pulled her hand away and stared up at the ceiling instead, not that she could even see it. 'This...this is more adventure..than..well...anything lately."
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Post by karen6 on Oct 22, 2010 22:34:32 GMT -5
When Claire told him yet again that she really, truly had never heard the song before, Jem chortled a little. "All right, so I just wasted my breath then, torturing you with my singing," he said, noting but not commenting on her remark about his voice. Despite seeming to have relaxed substantially, she was still clearly afraid, even if this fear seemed remotely different than before.
"Let's see, what else could I do?" he murmured, pulling an exaggerated expression of deep consideration and stroking an imaginary beard as he did so. "Well, I could quote plays at you, but according to my brothers and sisters that gets annoying quite fast, so I'll spare you. I've already done enough damage anyway."
She spoke then, and he listened politely, his eyebrow arching slightly when she turned her face away. The other shot up to join it's twin when her gentle fingers--how could they have ever possibly held a weapon?--trailed over the back of his hand, causing his skin to tingle a little in response. He only just managed to stop himself from protesting when she stopped. It had been oddly pleasant.
"It's all right--everyone has their own way of coping with fear," Jem mumbled after she'd stammered out an apology. "So what if your way happens to be holding hands?" And then, quite possibly a fair bit more boldly than he actually felt, he reached over and gripped one of her small hands in his own. Her fingers were a little cold, so if nothing else at least he could warm them for her.
Regardless, he felt he should let go. It was forward and invasive of him to hold her hand like this--rude, almost. After all, they barely knew one another. For crying out loud, Jem, you're just holding hands! It's not like you went and kissed her or something. Get a grip, would you man? He acknowledged that voice, and it helped him relax himself.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so," he uttered under his breath, by-and-large not really realizing he'd even said it out-loud. Shaking his head a little, he grinned at Claire and asked, "So, as singing the King and I clearly does us no good, what shall we chat about until help arrives?" |
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Post by claire on Oct 31, 2010 22:41:44 GMT -5
Claire had to remind herself how to breathe when he took her hand in his. She hadn't meant to...touch hm like that, it just sort of happened when she spaced. She wasn't exactly thinking clearly right now. he was just...there and he was comforting. 'I...I'm sorry. i didn't mean to. I wasn't....wasn't trying to hold your hand mate. " Her voice stuttered a little, obvious she was completely embarrassed. She blushed and turned away a again, sucking her bottom lip as she stared across at the elevator wall.
The cool of space was creaking in and a chill crept against her skin. She wanted to snuggle, but that would be way too forward of her. If she thought about it from a logical perspective, it wouldn't be the same, right? Pulling her knees up to her chest, she huddled up. Well, tried. She had to pull off her heels to sit comfortably which only left her barefoot. That was fun. She wiggled her toes a little, resting her chin upon her knees. She heaved a small sigh as he asked what they should discuss. "Uh...not quite sure. What would you suggest?"
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