[b]Yellow.[/b]

That was the trick. That was the only way you could have done it. A needle-thin bridge to cross, and you’ve done it. You made Vesna Valentine feel comfortable with being wanted.

She’s so loud in her own head. So worried about reciprocation. Whether she’s giving as much as she’s taking. Whether she deserves the attention. And you unfold her like a flower and her brain shuts off. She shivers. She smiles like a dope. She lets you touch the old scars, the signs that once her hands were flesh and bone. She doesn’t tell you whether she regrets the necessity of improving on her body, whether the new flesh paid back its cost and more, but she lets you touch, she lets you explore, she tries again and again to be unselfish before you train it out of her, for now. For now.

She curls around you and wraps those hands fast about you and falls asleep with her head in your collarbone, legs entwined, falling fast. She’s smaller when asleep. You made your way in, November; now you must figure out what to do now that you’re inside.

Maybe this is why she tried to keep you at arm’s length. Maybe she knew she’d end up helpless.

***

[b]Sirius Drinks![/b]

On the one hand, getting hit on. On the other hand, she’s got a pretty good excuse right now for not following up.

November, which shade of you attends the furry bar with 3V? Call it a date. Your choice of color. Be prepared for awkwardness and 3V being weird about the last date.