An Unusual Relationship

It was an unusual relationship.


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She watched his hands move. Clicking, flexing, running their way over the perfect white of the plastic keyboard, chasing each letter as it came to him. His hands were beautiful - the fingers slender and strong, the wrists elegant and supple. For a reason well known to her they were darker than the rest of his scrawny white person, totally covered in tiny scars. They were tanned because he often sat with his hands on his knees in the afternoon sunlight; his skin absorbing the soft warmth. His naked body sat before her, allowing her eyes to wander freely over him for the first time. He was pale – much paler than she had already assumed – and his back was marked with pubescent spots. He must have weighed a mere eight stone, no more, for he was tiny in body, though of average height. Dark hair brushed against his lower neck, ending in the beginning of tiny curls. She watched for a good long while before she eventually she dared lean towards him.
“How’s it going?”
“Fine. It should be finished soon.”
There was a pause while she waited for him to finish clicking.