"Oh, you think I'm pretty? I think you're pretty too..."
Her voice lowers until it reaches a soft rumble, like an engine that's trying to decide whether to idle or shoot off. This is her skill, her specialty, like the grease in the creases of her palms; Gaby tilts her chin to give him more room--
at the same instance she brings her knee up into Bucky's stomach. She uses the surprise, the whoosh of air from his lungs to pull away and wave at the old woman who gives them the stink eye from out her window above.
"Ah, sorry about that, madam! My husband gets a little wild in this part of the country...you understand, yes?"
Hands tucked behind her back in the semblance of innocence, she shoots a grin at him.
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24/9/15 03:30 (UTC)Her voice lowers until it reaches a soft rumble, like an engine that's trying to decide whether to idle or shoot off. This is her skill, her specialty, like the grease in the creases of her palms; Gaby tilts her chin to give him more room--
at the same instance she brings her knee up into Bucky's stomach. She uses the surprise, the whoosh of air from his lungs to pull away and wave at the old woman who gives them the stink eye from out her window above.
"Ah, sorry about that, madam! My husband gets a little wild in this part of the country...you understand, yes?"
Hands tucked behind her back in the semblance of innocence, she shoots a grin at him.