[ kovacs has always taught himself not to get used to routines. as an envoy, circumstances are constantly shifting and evolving, never permitting you to get too comfortable, that adaptation is always essential. it's why he curses quietly to himself when he steps into that apartment with the expectation of seeing a particular face already on the other side. he'd been eager to get back, addicted to the relief that comes when he enters a room with her in it, like he's somehow found himself a new drug in his time here.
no routines, he reminds himself, even if he knows he'll forget about his warning all over again the moment she finally makes it back.
because that's precisely what happens when she does, head lifting with a quiet delight in eyes that do well to remain neutral in his demeanor, despite the giddy flip in his belly in seeing her step inside, unharmed and still safe.
the satisfaction of seeing her is what makes him need to blink twice when she suddenly pulls out that small package, taking a moment to piece what she's talking about, between the gift and anita. of course, it doesn't take being an envoy to piece two and two together, that he can vaguely recall the woman who seems to shift her entire posture whenever he shows up with a new supply, likely caught up in the physical appeal of elias ryker's body.
but the detail that interests him a lot more is the tone from marta that comes with it, his lips quirking a bit with intrigue at her reaction. ] Oh, really? [ his eyes don't even look at the chocolate, a hand curving against her hip to urge her closer between his parted legs. ] Real sweet of you to pass that message along.
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no routines, he reminds himself, even if he knows he'll forget about his warning all over again the moment she finally makes it back.
because that's precisely what happens when she does, head lifting with a quiet delight in eyes that do well to remain neutral in his demeanor, despite the giddy flip in his belly in seeing her step inside, unharmed and still safe.
the satisfaction of seeing her is what makes him need to blink twice when she suddenly pulls out that small package, taking a moment to piece what she's talking about, between the gift and anita. of course, it doesn't take being an envoy to piece two and two together, that he can vaguely recall the woman who seems to shift her entire posture whenever he shows up with a new supply, likely caught up in the physical appeal of elias ryker's body.
but the detail that interests him a lot more is the tone from marta that comes with it, his lips quirking a bit with intrigue at her reaction. ] Oh, really? [ his eyes don't even look at the chocolate, a hand curving against her hip to urge her closer between his parted legs. ] Real sweet of you to pass that message along.