She wasn't sure if she was remorseful or amused by Saitou's arm stiffening beneath her. They were supposed to be people who were comfortable with each other--intimate was the better word for it. Their shyness would be their un-doing, she was certain of it...but if she had to be honest, she didn't think someone as brazen as Okita or as popular as Harada would've pulled it off quite as well.
Although Saitou would sooner die than turn down an assignment, they were more or less stuck with each other, weren't they?
It didn't change the stark reality of the situation, even if they had to hide it from all others. He was her commanding officer here, even if for now, he was her husband.
She still hadn't released her grip on his sleeve, avidly listening to his orders, softened with niceties suited to newlyweds, though far from the pillow-talk that had been fueling her healthy imagination. She hadn't thought it possible at first, but now she saw it greatly suited him.
"Yes," She was quick to catch 'sir' before it came out of her mouth, but her mouth still moved, and she felt compelled to fill it with words of some fashion. "dear."
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:51 pm (UTC)Although Saitou would sooner die than turn down an assignment, they were more or less stuck with each other, weren't they?
It didn't change the stark reality of the situation, even if they had to hide it from all others. He was her commanding officer here, even if for now, he was her husband.
She still hadn't released her grip on his sleeve, avidly listening to his orders, softened with niceties suited to newlyweds, though far from the pillow-talk that had been fueling her healthy imagination. She hadn't thought it possible at first, but now she saw it greatly suited him.
"Yes," She was quick to catch 'sir' before it came out of her mouth, but her mouth still moved, and she felt compelled to fill it with words of some fashion. "dear."