[ That haze of irritation makes itself known all over again, and for some reason, the idea of leaving Peter even long enough to change in her own bunk doesn't sound appealing. She wants to be close, she wants to be near him, she wants—
—her hands to be all over him—
She frowns at the suddenness of the impulse, and she shakes it away quickly. ]
No. [ Decisive, simple. ] Unless everything you own needs to be washed, but I trust you at least have one clean shirt.
[ And she's geared so much towards that decisiveness that she's already heading out of the docks towards Peter's quarters, expecting him to follow. ]
no subject
—her hands to be all over him—
She frowns at the suddenness of the impulse, and she shakes it away quickly. ]
No. [ Decisive, simple. ] Unless everything you own needs to be washed, but I trust you at least have one clean shirt.
[ And she's geared so much towards that decisiveness that she's already heading out of the docks towards Peter's quarters, expecting him to follow. ]