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[steelartisan]

Piotr is ensconced on a rock outside Milliways, with a large sketchpad in his lap and a pencil case sitting on his empty bag.

He's working with charcoal at the moment, and from memory. The image slowly taking shape is that of a woman, with long pale hair in a braid and a lopsided half-sad smile.

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[joiningyousoon.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she says softly, and she curls her fingers around his, knowing -- without having to look -- that her hand is dwarfed by his. "Khoroshiy."

It will take effort to untangle their hands. She likes that. His hand is solid, warm; work-roughened but gentle, a steady weight over hers. She likes that, too.

Her left hand moves, sliding carefully to cup his jaw. She leans up and presses her lips to his again, slower this time; taking her time. It isn't for any particular reason, other than: she can, and she's happy, and she wants to.

They're a little intoxicating, those three reasons. Maya doesn't mind.

[steelartisan]

They're good reasons.

Twenty minutes ago, he was focused on the curve of a jawline in charcoal on paper; now that jawline is warm beneath his palm, and Maya's hand twined with his on his knee, and Maya's lips soft against his. He's smiling again, and so is she.

They're good reasons, and this is about the best way to spend an afternoon he could have thought of.