"You could get us into a first-cast lounge!" Jack protested. "I didn't mean -- in the middle of baggage claim."
It didn't matter. He went quiet for a moment. "And I miss your hands in my hair," he said. "And that little noise you make when I touch the soft bits of your stomach. And the smell of your hand lotion. We'll see each other soon."
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Date: 2010-09-10 07:32 pm (UTC)It didn't matter. He went quiet for a moment. "And I miss your hands in my hair," he said. "And that little noise you make when I touch the soft bits of your stomach. And the smell of your hand lotion. We'll see each other soon."