Th Light On Her Face
Dr. Cooper has always been prone to intellectualizing too much. To himself, he is a more relaxed persona; he yearns to be simply an inconspicuous pair of eyes and hands.
Suzi looks at him in many different ways, all of them important, and each one, unknown to her, a tiny tug on his heart. She has a funny smile of joy at seeing him, but terms of endearment are never intentionally expressed. They just aren't part of her program. She has a funny way of shutting out her troubles before they occur. Except for herer titanium cloak of velvet. It's a core of translation data that was instilled in her on the Continent before the more recent intantiations.
Tonight the night air isn't humid, but it smells like rain. A washed light filters out of the back windows of the lab building into the jungle. The fragrance of night blooming jasmine Suzi's her lungs. The flickering glow of a low fire fills her eyes. The deliberate precision of her voice was beginning to sound like casual intimacy. She's not interested in gathering resources or cultivating connections, not tonight. Future stature isn't her game now.
Cooper lets himself fall into her spell of conviction; he knows a kiss would never touch the light on her face.
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