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RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES
ambiguously s1 pining shivlina ~ 536 words ~ rated M
Shiv leans back in the rusty chair of the small airport gate, wiping a hand across her forehead, maybe to get the sweat off, maybe to move her hair out of her face. "This heat is fucking unbearable."
Karolina tries not to focus on Shiv's fingers plucking another button loose on her rust brown blouse, or the droplet of sweat that runs down between her breasts. "We should've taken our chances with the engine issues," she says wryly. "If nothing else, we'd be much cooler while we drowned in the atlantic."
Shiv snorts at that, and Karolina bites her lip to tamp down an unbidden feeling of accomplishment. "Ugh, I wish I could just say 'fuck it' to the retreat weekend in Spain. I don't want to be there, my dad probably doesn't want me there, not really, and I'm just gonna be struggling to socialize enough that I don't come across as rude for trying to sit down and get my actual work done. Don't even get me started on the time difference..."
"I can't imagine it's fun getting pulled in all different directions by the level of commitment your father expects," Karolina offers, trying to be sympathetic without coming across as disapproving of the man who pays her salary.
Shiv huffs. "I show up because he asks me to, he's not even going to say thank you, and I'm going to have to make up for whatever shit Ken and Rome pull. I know how this weekend is going to go already." She bangs her phone against the arm of her seat. "And there's not even enough cell signal to answer emails." She laughs softly, even though Karolina can't quite tell what's funny. "How are we not both going insane?"
Karolina flushes a little, definitely from the heat and not from the idea of Shiv actually considering her own routine here. "Believe me, I'm practically in hives."
Shiv smiles and sighs, and the sigh turns into a groan, and she leans her head back over her chair, her eyes closing as Karolina's gaze darts from her messy ponytail to the arc of her neck. "We might as well just ditch the fucking plane... I bet if I gave the pilot a couple hundred he would tell anyone who asked that it's not safe to fly and we need to wait for another one. Let's have a day in Bermuda, huh, splurge on a resort hotel, get the fucking honeymoon suite or whatever."
Karolina tries not to choke on her own spit, managing a curiously arched eyebrow instead. "Without Tom?"
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be too busy sating his appetite for power to miss me," Shiv says, waving a hand. Her engagement ring glitters, and she turns to Karolina with a grin. "I bet you're better at eating pussy anyway."
Karolina knows she's bright red, and there's no saving it. "Hm, well, maybe we should wait for hotel wifi to make that call. I'll have to ask Gerri how many NDAs I would have to sign."
Shiv's laugh is louder than Karolina has ever heard, and when she grabs her hand and pulls her out of her chair, the touch feels like a static shock.
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