[ They've gone still on the sidewalk, ostensibly waiting for the crosswalk, but the light changed a little while ago and they still haven't made any moves to keep walking. Anathema watches Sal watching her, and when that question finally slips out—
For a moment, she remembers her last partner and Newt's tremulous Can we do it again?. Her own curt response, cutting him off at the pass with We don't have time. Shutting the door on that possibility quickly. She's appreciated the politeness both times, but there's a crucial difference here: she awfully, awfully wants this particular diversion.
Instead of telling Sal yes, Anathema just steps closer to clear the last of the distance between them, catches the woman's lapels, and drags her into a kiss: a little matter-of-fact at first, but deeper and more insistent the more she leans in, hangs onto Sal's shirt. By the time they break apart, her face is bright, cheerful, a little exhilarated. ]
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For a moment, she remembers her last partner and Newt's tremulous Can we do it again?. Her own curt response, cutting him off at the pass with We don't have time. Shutting the door on that possibility quickly. She's appreciated the politeness both times, but there's a crucial difference here: she awfully, awfully wants this particular diversion.
Instead of telling Sal yes, Anathema just steps closer to clear the last of the distance between them, catches the woman's lapels, and drags her into a kiss: a little matter-of-fact at first, but deeper and more insistent the more she leans in, hangs onto Sal's shirt. By the time they break apart, her face is bright, cheerful, a little exhilarated. ]
I'd have been upset if you never did.