[ Why did you stop? That impatience in Satya’s tone only makes Ashe want to throw her phone across the room and pick up where she left off. It’s a reflection of how she’s feeling toward the imbecile that is babbling on about things that could wait to be dealt with when she wasn’t overseas.
Her free hand resting on Satya’s shin, she absently slides it down toward that bangle on her ankle, eyes lowering as she observes it in the midst of her burning rage. At least she has something nice to look at in the meantime and Satya’s legs are very nice. ]
Terran. [ She interrupts him, the indiscernible talking coming to a halt no sooner does that name leave her mouth. ] What did I say before I left?
[ A beat. The talking continues, though it sounds more like stammering. ]
I told you not to call me unless it was an emergency.
[ She feels a shift next to her and then pressure against her shoulder. Her eyes flicker over to Satya as she notes her head against her shoulder. With a subtle upturn of one corner of her lips, she moves her hand from her ankle to wrap an arm around her waist, turning her head to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Why is this even happening? They should still be losing themselves in each other on this very couch. What a waste.
More voices can be heard in the background as Terran appears to be having some kind of disagreement with two other men. Ashe rolls her eyes. Unfortunately, their concerns are completely valid and it looks as though she’s going to have to hear them out before she can hang up. Ugh. Why did her boys have to be good at their damn jobs when she’s on vacation? ]
Would you three quit? One at a time. Tell me what’s goin’ on.
[ She settles back a little more comfortably on the couch, content to at least hold the other woman. The conversation goes on ten minutes longer than Ashe feels is necessary, but problems were resolved, her boys could get back to work and she can relax. Even as much as she doesn’t want to relax. No. She’d like to go back in time and resume what she’d started.
Telling her boys a very dry goodbye, she hangs up, turns her phone off and tosses it on the table next to her.
And then, for a couple seconds, she sits there in silence. Because it hits her: even as much as she’d like to revisit their previous activities? Things had been moving awfully fast. Faster than she’d ever intended for them to. ]
So… [ She says at last. ] Sorry ‘bout that. Ain’t never a dull moment with those three.
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Date: 2019-05-20 03:07 am (UTC)Her free hand resting on Satya’s shin, she absently slides it down toward that bangle on her ankle, eyes lowering as she observes it in the midst of her burning rage. At least she has something nice to look at in the meantime and Satya’s legs are very nice. ]
Terran. [ She interrupts him, the indiscernible talking coming to a halt no sooner does that name leave her mouth. ] What did I say before I left?
[ A beat. The talking continues, though it sounds more like stammering. ]
I told you not to call me unless it was an emergency.
[ She feels a shift next to her and then pressure against her shoulder. Her eyes flicker over to Satya as she notes her head against her shoulder. With a subtle upturn of one corner of her lips, she moves her hand from her ankle to wrap an arm around her waist, turning her head to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Why is this even happening? They should still be losing themselves in each other on this very couch. What a waste.
More voices can be heard in the background as Terran appears to be having some kind of disagreement with two other men. Ashe rolls her eyes. Unfortunately, their concerns are completely valid and it looks as though she’s going to have to hear them out before she can hang up. Ugh. Why did her boys have to be good at their damn jobs when she’s on vacation? ]
Would you three quit? One at a time. Tell me what’s goin’ on.
[ She settles back a little more comfortably on the couch, content to at least hold the other woman. The conversation goes on ten minutes longer than Ashe feels is necessary, but problems were resolved, her boys could get back to work and she can relax. Even as much as she doesn’t want to relax. No. She’d like to go back in time and resume what she’d started.
Telling her boys a very dry goodbye, she hangs up, turns her phone off and tosses it on the table next to her.
And then, for a couple seconds, she sits there in silence. Because it hits her: even as much as she’d like to revisit their previous activities? Things had been moving awfully fast. Faster than she’d ever intended for them to. ]
So… [ She says at last. ] Sorry ‘bout that. Ain’t never a dull moment with those three.