[ Advantageous positions come with a perk: they can leave the office early enough to avoid most rush hour traffic. (Or, on the other hand, they leave late enough that there's no more traffic.) That's the case that afternoon, traffic light and steady, which means Gray can skirt around the slow drivers and turning cars with ease. It helps to have a fast car, which the Maserati is, and good handling, which she does.
It also means— ]
We'll be home soon, babe. [ Gray glances at her girlfriend from the corner of her violet eyes, hand briefly leaving the gear shift to squeeze Laura's thigh, and letting her hand linger as she coasts down one of the streets toward their penthouse apartment. ] Then you can relax.
[ In Gray's opinion, she looks a little stressed, tension bleeding through. It could be her imagination— Gray has been wrong about that just as often as she's been right, so she generally holds her tongue about it. ]
I swung by your office earlier, your assistant said you were in meeting. How'd it go?
[ Their jobs don't cross often, working in different sectors of the firm, but she's always curious about her girlfriend's side of things.
A car cuts them off and Gray makes an annoyed sound, moving her hand from Laura's thigh to downshift. She doesn't return her hand to Laura's thigh. ]
I'll be glad to get out of this suit, my shirt's been bugging me all day. Remind me not to get this brand again.
Mm. [ She holds back, eyes out the window of the car. Even the squeeze on her thigh doesn't distract her from whatever she has on her mind. ] You know how much I love it when you're in the driver's seat.
[ It was a flirty little line Laura used a lot, but now it was a bit... too routine. Small talk-ish. A standard 'fine, thanks,' after someone asks you 'How are you?' It must surely seem like coolness to her partner, but in Laura's mind... wheels were turning. Anticipation of how exactly Gray would react to her devious little plan to take some control back in their relationship. ]
--Sorry, the meeting went exceptionally long today. I'm looking forward to letting out a little steam, if you understand, Gray, dear.
[ Laura rolls her shoulders, hands moving and getting ready to unbuckle her safety belt when they finally reach their destination. ]
--And. Don't worry. You won't be wearing it for long once we get inside.
[ That one did belie the lust underneath. The hunger for her partner's touch. Just not how she would expect. Laura's tone told the true story: this would be no lazy night of lowkey love making. ]
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It also means— ]
We'll be home soon, babe. [ Gray glances at her girlfriend from the corner of her violet eyes, hand briefly leaving the gear shift to squeeze Laura's thigh, and letting her hand linger as she coasts down one of the streets toward their penthouse apartment. ] Then you can relax.
[ In Gray's opinion, she looks a little stressed, tension bleeding through. It could be her imagination— Gray has been wrong about that just as often as she's been right, so she generally holds her tongue about it. ]
I swung by your office earlier, your assistant said you were in meeting. How'd it go?
[ Their jobs don't cross often, working in different sectors of the firm, but she's always curious about her girlfriend's side of things.
A car cuts them off and Gray makes an annoyed sound, moving her hand from Laura's thigh to downshift. She doesn't return her hand to Laura's thigh. ]
I'll be glad to get out of this suit, my shirt's been bugging me all day. Remind me not to get this brand again.
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[ It was a flirty little line Laura used a lot, but now it was a bit... too routine. Small talk-ish. A standard 'fine, thanks,' after someone asks you 'How are you?' It must surely seem like coolness to her partner, but in Laura's mind... wheels were turning. Anticipation of how exactly Gray would react to her devious little plan to take some control back in their relationship. ]
--Sorry, the meeting went exceptionally long today. I'm looking forward to letting out a little steam, if you understand, Gray, dear.
[ Laura rolls her shoulders, hands moving and getting ready to unbuckle her safety belt when they finally reach their destination. ]
--And. Don't worry. You won't be wearing it for long once we get inside.
[ That one did belie the lust underneath. The hunger for her partner's touch. Just not how she would expect. Laura's tone told the true story: this would be no lazy night of lowkey love making. ]