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justindulgemeShe'd had it.
Toni wasn't the sort of person to get bent out of shape about the turn of her social tides very often. She had a huge roster of acquaintances, many of them regarding her as a convenient ally and little else, but she could count the number of close friends she had one one hand and having one knocked off of that number was unacceptable.
She wasn't exactly sure when Steve Roger's had solidified himself as a good friend in her life, but the gaping holes in her days left by his absence stung too much for him to have been anything less. The vague thoughts of him being anything MORE to her had been packed away with the rest of her hurt feelings the first time he dodged around her in the hall with a brief hello.
When she arrived home from a late-running meeting and fixed herself a drink she was very ready to kick off her shoes and not move from the couch for a while. Instead she made the mistake of stepping up to the window, looking down at the balcony and the outdoor pool, looking down at Steve pacing his way from one end of the water to the other.
Something in her brain just snapped, the last thing thread of patience for the hurtfulness of his silence unraveling.
Toni finished her drink in a few swallows and left the glass on the sideboard, making her way down to the pool deck and striding to the water's edge, shedding her shoes and dipping her toes in.
Steve, making a lap toward the far end, would find her feet in the way of his touching the wall when he got back.
Toni wasn't the sort of person to get bent out of shape about the turn of her social tides very often. She had a huge roster of acquaintances, many of them regarding her as a convenient ally and little else, but she could count the number of close friends she had one one hand and having one knocked off of that number was unacceptable.
She wasn't exactly sure when Steve Roger's had solidified himself as a good friend in her life, but the gaping holes in her days left by his absence stung too much for him to have been anything less. The vague thoughts of him being anything MORE to her had been packed away with the rest of her hurt feelings the first time he dodged around her in the hall with a brief hello.
When she arrived home from a late-running meeting and fixed herself a drink she was very ready to kick off her shoes and not move from the couch for a while. Instead she made the mistake of stepping up to the window, looking down at the balcony and the outdoor pool, looking down at Steve pacing his way from one end of the water to the other.
Something in her brain just snapped, the last thing thread of patience for the hurtfulness of his silence unraveling.
Toni finished her drink in a few swallows and left the glass on the sideboard, making her way down to the pool deck and striding to the water's edge, shedding her shoes and dipping her toes in.
Steve, making a lap toward the far end, would find her feet in the way of his touching the wall when he got back.
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Date: 2012-07-18 05:08 am (UTC)She laughed, letting herself lean into him when he pulled her closer, resting her head against his shoulder with a contented hum as his heavy arm settled around her small shoulders
Steve was still dripping wet but she wasn't inclined to care very much about getting clothes she had been planning to take off anyway a little damp.