Kincaid wasn't exactly body shy. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and where Ivy was concerned, nothing to hide for the sake of hiding something. It wasn't as though she didn't know what guys looked like, after all.
It wasn't as though she didn't know what he looked like. Not Ivy, herself, but the Archive. The memories of two women, one brief, one slightly longer.
In Kincaid's mind those women were dead. He had mourned them, he sometimes faintly missed them, but that was past. Ivy was the present, and the future. And their relationship had always been one of caretaker and child, guardian and guarded. Bodyguard and client.
Until now, apparently. The way she was looking at him, only an idiot would have missed that she clearly was interested in something that did not fall into the description of their current relationship. And while Kincaid had known her adolescence was going to be trouble, he'd somehow managed to conveniently forget the part when girls found out what boys were for and became insanely curious.
"Ivy," he said, with as much authority as he could manage dripping wet and only in a towel. "Shouldn't you be..."
He couldn't think of what she was supposed to be doing. But she wasn't supposed to be here, was the main point.
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Date: 2008-04-28 07:16 pm (UTC)Kincaid wasn't exactly body shy. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and where Ivy was concerned, nothing to hide for the sake of hiding something. It wasn't as though she didn't know what guys looked like, after all.
It wasn't as though she didn't know what he looked like. Not Ivy, herself, but the Archive. The memories of two women, one brief, one slightly longer.
In Kincaid's mind those women were dead. He had mourned them, he sometimes faintly missed them, but that was past. Ivy was the present, and the future. And their relationship had always been one of caretaker and child, guardian and guarded. Bodyguard and client.
Until now, apparently. The way she was looking at him, only an idiot would have missed that she clearly was interested in something that did not fall into the description of their current relationship. And while Kincaid had known her adolescence was going to be trouble, he'd somehow managed to conveniently forget the part when girls found out what boys were for and became insanely curious.
"Ivy," he said, with as much authority as he could manage dripping wet and only in a towel. "Shouldn't you be..."
He couldn't think of what she was supposed to be doing. But she wasn't supposed to be here, was the main point.