[Justin wasn't going to push for answers to questions he himself didn't even want to think about. He hadn't spent much time thinking about whatever it was they were doing, what the proper label was, what it actually meant. He'd thought about her, specifically, of course. He'd wondered how she was settling into her new apartment and if she used the pool often, he wondered if she was there or out on some mission...he wondered about her a lot. What she was doing and how she was, but nothing that involved her and him in the same equation.
Of course, with a mind like his, Justin could think about forty things at once. She wasn't special, but she wasn't a throwaway thought, either.
The idea of not talking had merit. Justin talked enough with his work that he tried to be as quiet as he could whenever he got him. Sure, he talked to himself out loud when he was thinking about something and couldn't quite work through it, but unless someone else was around? He was generally pretty quiet. She wanted him to be quiet now—verbally, he imagined, not vocally. He nodded slightly, lips quirking up in a small grin as he decided that she already had a good grip on him, why not let her take control of everything else?
So he didn't say anything, but there was plenty of sounds to indicate that he wasn't just enjoying it, but enjoying it thoroughly. It was one of the strangest hand jobs he'd ever gotten, but by God was he going to enjoy it. His hand moved over her neck before sliding it in her hair, gripping her tightly as he broke his relative silence only to say:] Almost there.
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Of course, with a mind like his, Justin could think about forty things at once. She wasn't special, but she wasn't a throwaway thought, either.
The idea of not talking had merit. Justin talked enough with his work that he tried to be as quiet as he could whenever he got him. Sure, he talked to himself out loud when he was thinking about something and couldn't quite work through it, but unless someone else was around? He was generally pretty quiet. She wanted him to be quiet now—verbally, he imagined, not vocally. He nodded slightly, lips quirking up in a small grin as he decided that she already had a good grip on him, why not let her take control of everything else?
So he didn't say anything, but there was plenty of sounds to indicate that he wasn't just enjoying it, but enjoying it thoroughly. It was one of the strangest hand jobs he'd ever gotten, but by God was he going to enjoy it. His hand moved over her neck before sliding it in her hair, gripping her tightly as he broke his relative silence only to say:] Almost there.