-... Jen's reaction sort of settled it, didn't it? That the dream hadn't been her own experience. She would have been embarrassed before, sure, but the subtle difference in how the other woman reacts isn't lost on Satsuki. Body language was one of the many artforms she had to master for her own craft, after all.
Satsuki sighed, hating how awkward this was. Because it didn't have to be. None of it had to be. Before that dream, everything had been fine, hadn't it? They could be close and not have to pretend anything else was happening. Jen could give her massages and tuck her into bed, and it wouldn't be some weird... thing!
Pushing away slightly, she made for her top, diving below the surface just long enough to get it back on and secure before popping back up with a breath. By then, the water didn't feel nearly as cold, but... there wasn't much warmth to be had, either. Figuratively, at least.-
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Satsuki sighed, hating how awkward this was. Because it didn't have to be. None of it had to be. Before that dream, everything had been fine, hadn't it? They could be close and not have to pretend anything else was happening. Jen could give her massages and tuck her into bed, and it wouldn't be some weird... thing!
Pushing away slightly, she made for her top, diving below the surface just long enough to get it back on and secure before popping back up with a breath. By then, the water didn't feel nearly as cold, but... there wasn't much warmth to be had, either. Figuratively, at least.-