Grace's eyes, weathered around the edges from years of laughter and squinting in the sun, give Jack a good, long look. Appreciation flickers in the depths of her gaze, but there's something else, too. Something larger, deeper, more concerned.
When he finishes with the bridle she steps in, flicking a look up at him through her lashes and smiling like a self-aware, practiced flirt, only there's no real come-on in the way she reaches out and wraps him up in a hug. Arms twining around his neck, she brings her body in close. It's all-encompassing like Grace herself, and she buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent like it's the best of colognes, the kind that makes her knees go weak from one whiff.
Grace's hugs might well be the least selfish thing about her. Sure, she likes the contact, but this... this is about wanting, needing, to make someone else feel a little better in this crazy-ass universe.
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Date: 2012-09-29 11:51 pm (UTC)"I was motivated."
Grace's eyes, weathered around the edges from years of laughter and squinting in the sun, give Jack a good, long look. Appreciation flickers in the depths of her gaze, but there's something else, too. Something larger, deeper, more concerned.
When he finishes with the bridle she steps in, flicking a look up at him through her lashes and smiling like a self-aware, practiced flirt, only there's no real come-on in the way she reaches out and wraps him up in a hug. Arms twining around his neck, she brings her body in close. It's all-encompassing like Grace herself, and she buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent like it's the best of colognes, the kind that makes her knees go weak from one whiff.
Grace's hugs might well be the least selfish thing about her. Sure, she likes the contact, but this... this is about wanting, needing, to make someone else feel a little better in this crazy-ass universe.