Carol catches a glance of it and then looks again for a longer period of time. She likes this Han. The genuine one. Not that she can talk because there's a lot of swagger in her own step when she's in front of others. But that private smile of his gives her a pleasant twist in her stomach.
Her hands stay mostly useless at his arms because she is deeply distracted by the slow, deliberate touching of his own hands. It feels different from last night. Maybe it's because she knows what to expect or perhaps because they're both a little more comfortable, but the touch has a different weight to it.
Though when he puts the same slowness on the zipper, she has to admit that she's getting a little anxious.
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Date: 2017-11-06 11:36 pm (UTC)Her hands stay mostly useless at his arms because she is deeply distracted by the slow, deliberate touching of his own hands. It feels different from last night. Maybe it's because she knows what to expect or perhaps because they're both a little more comfortable, but the touch has a different weight to it.
Though when he puts the same slowness on the zipper, she has to admit that she's getting a little anxious.