((OOC Note - the 18+ is for content, not explicit, but references.))
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A Touch of Trust
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Despite the coming on of summer, there were still evenings when it was decidedly chilly as the deli closed up. And despite this, they'd taken to leaving the back door open while they cleaned up, to blow out the smells and stuffiness of the day. Sadie had been whisked away almost the moment of closing by the besotted Mat, and most of the other staff had gone home, leaving Dirk and Genevieve to finish up before locking up. With her long gloves firmly in place on her hands and arms, no doubt Genny's appearance still confused people, especially now it was warmer, since she sported a short-sleeved shirt and cropped jeans with them. She was busily counting out the takings for the day, recording them in the ledger.
Dirk had been cleaning out the kitchen and grumbling about what a mess the cooks and chefs made. Soon he realized that he and Genny were the only two left in the building. Finishing with the cutting boards, he lifted them from the counter and placed them into the sink for a soak in cool, chlorinated water. He moved into the office then, and sat across the desk from Genny. Sitting quietly, he opened up a bottle of water and watched her curiously. Finally, it got the best of him and he blurted out. "What's with the gloves? You're mixing formal with casual. It clashes." He grinned then and sat back, relaxing.
Once, this question would have forced her further inwards than she usually was, but time with Dirk and the others had made Genny less of an outcast than she'd come to see herself. She did start a little at the abruptness, but laughed at herself, looking up at him. "I don't like people touching my skin," she shrugged lightly. "Or touching anything with my skin, actually."
Dirk, being the sensual man that he was, dropped his feet from the desk with a thump and leaned forward to stare into her face. "No touching skin? I think I'd keel over if I could never touch Quinn's skin again. It's so soft and warm." He sighed dreamily, nearly drooling.
Watching him, Genny almost giggled at the way his aura changed the moment Quinn came into his mind, pulsing soft pink together with the more vibrant colours that usually surrounded him. It wasn't an attractive combination. "I wouldn't know, I've never ... well, I just haven't," she said awkwardly, spilling coins into the bags.
He sat back and took a drink from the bottle and crossed one leg over the other. "Maybe you should. Might make you less sensitive?" He canted his head and gave her that curious look again. "So what happens if somebody touches your skin?"
She laughed awkwardly, more of a huffing breath with a smile than an actual laugh itself, rubbing her gloved hands down her thighs as she sat back. "I ... I learn a bit more than most people do about each other."
"Really?" Dirk reached out his hand and grinned. "Try me. See what you can see." Dirk curled his lower lip between his overly sharp teeth in anticipation.
Genny leaned back in alarm. "Really, seriously, you don't want to," she shook her head in hurried concern. "When I said a bit, I meant everything."
"I've nothing to hide. And I'd end up telling you anyway." He leaned forward a bit more, hand extended still. "You're my pal. I don't mind you knowing." His brown hazels widened into a puppy dog look. "Please?"
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A Touch of Trust
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Despite the coming on of summer, there were still evenings when it was decidedly chilly as the deli closed up. And despite this, they'd taken to leaving the back door open while they cleaned up, to blow out the smells and stuffiness of the day. Sadie had been whisked away almost the moment of closing by the besotted Mat, and most of the other staff had gone home, leaving Dirk and Genevieve to finish up before locking up. With her long gloves firmly in place on her hands and arms, no doubt Genny's appearance still confused people, especially now it was warmer, since she sported a short-sleeved shirt and cropped jeans with them. She was busily counting out the takings for the day, recording them in the ledger.
Dirk had been cleaning out the kitchen and grumbling about what a mess the cooks and chefs made. Soon he realized that he and Genny were the only two left in the building. Finishing with the cutting boards, he lifted them from the counter and placed them into the sink for a soak in cool, chlorinated water. He moved into the office then, and sat across the desk from Genny. Sitting quietly, he opened up a bottle of water and watched her curiously. Finally, it got the best of him and he blurted out. "What's with the gloves? You're mixing formal with casual. It clashes." He grinned then and sat back, relaxing.
Once, this question would have forced her further inwards than she usually was, but time with Dirk and the others had made Genny less of an outcast than she'd come to see herself. She did start a little at the abruptness, but laughed at herself, looking up at him. "I don't like people touching my skin," she shrugged lightly. "Or touching anything with my skin, actually."
Dirk, being the sensual man that he was, dropped his feet from the desk with a thump and leaned forward to stare into her face. "No touching skin? I think I'd keel over if I could never touch Quinn's skin again. It's so soft and warm." He sighed dreamily, nearly drooling.
Watching him, Genny almost giggled at the way his aura changed the moment Quinn came into his mind, pulsing soft pink together with the more vibrant colours that usually surrounded him. It wasn't an attractive combination. "I wouldn't know, I've never ... well, I just haven't," she said awkwardly, spilling coins into the bags.
He sat back and took a drink from the bottle and crossed one leg over the other. "Maybe you should. Might make you less sensitive?" He canted his head and gave her that curious look again. "So what happens if somebody touches your skin?"
She laughed awkwardly, more of a huffing breath with a smile than an actual laugh itself, rubbing her gloved hands down her thighs as she sat back. "I ... I learn a bit more than most people do about each other."
"Really?" Dirk reached out his hand and grinned. "Try me. See what you can see." Dirk curled his lower lip between his overly sharp teeth in anticipation.
Genny leaned back in alarm. "Really, seriously, you don't want to," she shook her head in hurried concern. "When I said a bit, I meant everything."
"I've nothing to hide. And I'd end up telling you anyway." He leaned forward a bit more, hand extended still. "You're my pal. I don't mind you knowing." His brown hazels widened into a puppy dog look. "Please?"