Cute, the thought struck Flechette. Funny to think she’s older than me.
She’s totally into her and it gets more obvious by the paragraph.
“Nice to meet you, Sabah.”
“I’m still not letting you over the line,” Sabah warned. She looked so small, up on the gorilla’s broad shoulders, the threat held little gravity. Maybe, Flechette considered, it was intended more for Sabah than for her.
Hehe. Yeah, gotta stick to the deal, even if the would-be intruder is cute and gave you her number.
“Okay,” Flechette donned her visor once more, “But maybe you want to walk with me? Do a patrol of the perimeter of your territory? I’ll stay on this side.”
Gotta hand it to Flechette, she’s kinda smooth.
Sabah put her mask back on, and for a second, Flechette thought she would say no.
“Okay. Thank you.” Parian dropped her legs down to either side of the gorilla’s neck as it moved forward. To stay decent, the girl pressed her hands down on the lap of her dress, leaning forward a little.
This is the most romantic situation I’ve ever read about with one party sitting on top of a twelve feet tall gorilla.
It was a little thing, that bashful modesty, but Flechette felt as much of a rush watching that as she did running across her chain/tightrope with a five-story drop below her.
Yeah, the narration isn’t even trying to be subtle about it anymore. 😛
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