Awareness

by DrSmall

Rated M: language and adult themes.

Don't own. Disney own. Just use. Put back later. Promise.

She didn't know why she let him do it. He was holding her tit again. He'd grabbed her and pulled her out of the way of the guard drone she'd missed. For that she was thankful. Here in the shadows no one would notice them if they just stayed quiet. Over the 2 years they'd been spying together – well, she'd been spying and he'd been... sidekicking? Whatever... – if they hadn't exactly become a well oiled machine, they'd certainly gotten very good at working together. He was still a klutz, but he always had her back. His awareness had grown by leaps and bounds, even as he caught the minuscule, and missed the obvious. Noticing the robot guard, but not where his hand was. She should slap him, but that would give them away. Who was she kidding, if she really wanted to she could take him out without making a sound. He might not even be aware of where his hand was; that wasn't really the problem. The problem was she was responding to it. Her breathing was a little shallow, which could be explained by the adrenaline rush. He hadn't caught the catch in her breath when he'd grabbed hold, and now he was looking down the hallway, not at her. How could he go through life so oblivious? Of course she'd caught him checking her out from time to time. Most guys did so he wasn't different in that respect, and at least he wasn't that intimidated. It was more that he wasn't aware of, or didn't care what effect he had on other people. Part of his essential Ron-ness, as he would put it. More like nebbish-y charm. If anyone at school caught her with his hand on her tit, it would be Embarrassment Nation. But here it was all she could do not to grab his other hand and put it on her... Well. If he hasn't noticed by now, he will soon, she realized. The blood that was rapidly pumping through her veins was flowing into her breasts, especially her right areola and nipple. She couldn't help biology. He'd probably notice in 3... 2... 1...

"Hey KP!" he whispered as the guard drone disappeared down the hall. "Why is there a bump growing on your elbow?"

"That's so not my elbow."

She broke free from his shocked expression and ran down the hall to the security door, taking out the access card she'd lifted earlier from an unconscious scientist. Of course he followed, he always did, but she already missed his hand. She didn't look at him as she swiped her way in, afraid he'd notice the red in her cheeks. She also hoped he hadn't noticed that her hand had been on his thigh.

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Fic #1. Just a little bit of unresolved sexual tension. Hope you like it.