As she leans to grab the remote, the sweater she's wearing--one of his, it's almost always one of his, something he's noticed but not thought about until now--rides up slightly, exposing a strip of skin just above the waistband of her sweats. He notices that, too, and if he thinks about it it's over and gone by the time she's sitting up again.
They're a little closer now, more in each other's space, and Darlington shifts to accommodate her, stretching one arm along the back of the sofa, his long fingers splayed against the top of the cushion. "Going to see what's on?" he asks as the television clicks to life.
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Date: 2019-11-17 08:51 pm (UTC)They're a little closer now, more in each other's space, and Darlington shifts to accommodate her, stretching one arm along the back of the sofa, his long fingers splayed against the top of the cushion. "Going to see what's on?" he asks as the television clicks to life.