Rachel had felt the draw of the idle as well, each night becoming a bit repetitive, and a bit stale. She never said anything though, because she didn't mind routine. Routine kept her a bit sane as well, but when it came to Tom she didn't want it all to be routine. When it came to Tom she liked the spur of the moment, the lets jump out the window and take the fire escape out of the building in Milan instead of the elevator at the end of the hall. She had come to love those split second choices, whether they were on the job or at home. Her own apartment had become more like storage for her stuff as well.
Depending on which airport they flew out of they would usually end up at his place, and perhaps on occasion over at hers the night before they flew out. It was a good routine, but it was also just that, routine.
She knew he had already turned in his report, because she saw the look on the Director's face when he put in on the desk, but he was still at his desk, which lured her over to him as usual. Her arms laced around him and after a while he brought up a subject that actually she had been contemplating for a while, although not exactly the way he had suggested.
A fit of laughter and retalliation was warrented as she fell into his lap and opted to go the route she usually preferred when she was upset with him, distraction by tongue. Pulling away from him she could tell that although he wasn't exactly off the topic, she had at least pleaded her case.
Shifting in his lap a bit she leaned against his chest, linking her fingers into his and pulling his arm outward. Her fingers tracing lightly on the tattoo he had on the underside of his arm. She liked his tattoos, and had been thinking of getting on herself, but never could think of what she wanted. "I'd spend way too long picking something out I think, but the drinking? I can go for the drinking."
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Date: 2006-09-11 10:36 pm (UTC)Depending on which airport they flew out of they would usually end up at his place, and perhaps on occasion over at hers the night before they flew out. It was a good routine, but it was also just that, routine.
She knew he had already turned in his report, because she saw the look on the Director's face when he put in on the desk, but he was still at his desk, which lured her over to him as usual. Her arms laced around him and after a while he brought up a subject that actually she had been contemplating for a while, although not exactly the way he had suggested.
A fit of laughter and retalliation was warrented as she fell into his lap and opted to go the route she usually preferred when she was upset with him, distraction by tongue. Pulling away from him she could tell that although he wasn't exactly off the topic, she had at least pleaded her case.
Shifting in his lap a bit she leaned against his chest, linking her fingers into his and pulling his arm outward. Her fingers tracing lightly on the tattoo he had on the underside of his arm. She liked his tattoos, and had been thinking of getting on herself, but never could think of what she wanted. "I'd spend way too long picking something out I think, but the drinking? I can go for the drinking."