[(Barbet always did tell her that she wasn't any good at subtlety.)
It's not really in her nature to ever truly be content, but Chase isn't leaving and she can feel him against her back through the gape in her dress. That's not nothing, and she lets herself settle there for the time being--(Listening to his breathing close to her ear, noticing the pulse in his chest.) Her head lolls to the side, shoulders and neck relaxed in a way that probably isn't normal when he's around to agitate her.
She's comfortable and willing to be still, up to a point. Barbet trained patience in to her, never liked how abrupt and pushy she could be, tried to make her appreciate their physicality, when they had it, as part of his art. She never could. Even when he'd sketch her, she'd just want him to stop, to let her touch him, to put his hands on her.
Carla's lifts up to the doctor's cheek when she turns her head. She won't be surprised at all if he balks from her kiss, it wouldn't be the first time and she'd hardly imagine it to be the last. He lives to be frustrating, she's certain of it.]
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It's not really in her nature to ever truly be content, but Chase isn't leaving and she can feel him against her back through the gape in her dress. That's not nothing, and she lets herself settle there for the time being--(Listening to his breathing close to her ear, noticing the pulse in his chest.) Her head lolls to the side, shoulders and neck relaxed in a way that probably isn't normal when he's around to agitate her.
She's comfortable and willing to be still, up to a point. Barbet trained patience in to her, never liked how abrupt and pushy she could be, tried to make her appreciate their physicality, when they had it, as part of his art. She never could. Even when he'd sketch her, she'd just want him to stop, to let her touch him, to put his hands on her.
Carla's lifts up to the doctor's cheek when she turns her head. She won't be surprised at all if he balks from her kiss, it wouldn't be the first time and she'd hardly imagine it to be the last. He lives to be frustrating, she's certain of it.]