"The plate?" Derrica prompts, having balanced three tankards accordingly in her arm. "If you have a spare hand."
If not, the plate's lived in their room for a day, it can stay for another. She lets Athessa head down the stairs first into small alcove between the bar, main room, and small backroom where the makeshift kitchen lives. Trading off the tankards, Derrica touches Athessa's elbow lightly as she turns to go.
"See Isaac about the scar when you can. He might be able to do better than I did."
Athessa catches Derrica's wrists and steers her back against the wall so they'll be out of the way when she leans in to kiss her. At first, her hands lift to cup Derrica's face, brushing her thumb against her cheek. Then, they plant flat on the wall beside Derrica's head so she can lean further against her. Her heart is hammering in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of her and I need you and this will ruin everything.
Which is why Athessa doesn't actually do any of that.
In actuality, Athessa smiles at Derrica and shrugs.
"How could anyone do better'n you?"
Then, with minimal longing, bids her goodnight, and leaves.
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If not, the plate's lived in their room for a day, it can stay for another. She lets Athessa head down the stairs first into small alcove between the bar, main room, and small backroom where the makeshift kitchen lives. Trading off the tankards, Derrica touches Athessa's elbow lightly as she turns to go.
"See Isaac about the scar when you can. He might be able to do better than I did."
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Athessa catches Derrica's wrists and steers her back against the wall so they'll be out of the way when she leans in to kiss her. At first, her hands lift to cup Derrica's face, brushing her thumb against her cheek. Then, they plant flat on the wall beside Derrica's head so she can lean further against her. Her heart is hammering in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of her and I need you and this will ruin everything.
Which is why Athessa doesn't actually do any of that.
In actuality, Athessa smiles at Derrica and shrugs.
"How could anyone do better'n you?"
Then, with minimal longing, bids her goodnight, and leaves.