[It's a weird feeling, hers-but-not; she's thought Malcolm handsome, yes, but attraction had never been that strong. That, coupled with very intimate knowledge and the memories that go hand in hand with that, leave a part of her envious of her other-self. There's an ache, an awareness that York isn't here, that he should be here, that she tries to set aside for now. She can't do anything about that here.
Not convinced, though. She can hear the challenge in the tone of his words, in the smirk she'd like to kiss very thoroughly off his face. She can fix that. Fix it by pushing Mal abruptly back, leveraging her standing position to pin him against the back of the couch, sliding onto his lap, straddling one leg, with an half-lidded look.
Then a pause, licking her lips a moment. Does he want this? ]
Action; Day 158 - late morning
Not convinced, though. She can hear the challenge in the tone of his words, in the smirk she'd like to kiss very thoroughly off his face. She can fix that. Fix it by pushing Mal abruptly back, leveraging her standing position to pin him against the back of the couch, sliding onto his lap, straddling one leg, with an half-lidded look.
Then a pause, licking her lips a moment. Does he want this? ]
Would you like me to show you?