Wander - Loid x Yor fic - Spy x Family

Wander

He'd been pouring a cup of tea from a white teapot into a white teacup when it had happened.

Fast.

A flash.

Like lightning.

Unstoppable. Unbidden but -

Pleasurable.

No. Not pleasurable. He must not think in that way. Nothing in his life was about pleasure. Or about that kind of pleasure. This was about Operation Strix and his only pleasure was to serve his country, to succeed and excel in his field, as the best -

But her back.

Her back was always exposed to him.

A common, normal sight now. An expected sight. A daily sight. It wasn't as if she walked around in a short skirt or low-cut top -

Clatter.

'Ow!'

He'd knocked the cup, spilt the tea and burned his hand.

For fuck's sake, Twilight.

He grabbed the sponge and some kitchen paper to clean up -

And there it was again.

The image of the triangular expanse of skin exposed of her lower back -

With his hand on it.

His hand on her lower back. At the curve. On her skin.

He'd never touched her there, yet.

Yet?

He cleaned the cup and the saucer and the counter and settled for a mug instead. Then got some milk out of the fridge -

No not yet. It's not like he'd ever touch her there. He once grasped her shoulders, and felt the soft, supple skin of her small frame in his hands, when that amateur Yuri came round the first time. But placing his hand on her back in that red thing she wore -

What even was that red thing?! Was that some kind of top that women her age wore? It had some kind of - was it - a fastening at the top, or a string, that he could easily pull or break with his bare ha-

Loid gripped the counter edge.

What was going on?

He'd never reacted like this before to all the other fake relationships he'd had, all the other women he'd had to 'date' for his job -

Those women he'd kissed and fucked and touched and -

He'd almost kissed Yor.

And he was ready to go all in for it.

For the cause, for Strix, Twilight, that was it. That was all.

He would do what he always did in these kind of scenarios - and just completely dismiss these thoughts from his mind entirely.

He had a country to save, after all.

Loid took his mug of perfect tea to the sofa and sat down. Now, in terms of Anya's education -

Yor's gasp when he put his hand on her back.

Would she gasp? Or sigh?

For fuck's sake, Twilight, what's the point of this? There is absolutely no benefit to this train of thought whatsoever -

But why was his heart slightly beating faster?

Why did his face feel slightly warmer?

No. He was imagining it. It was the tea, making him warm. His heart - no it wasn't beating fractionally faster. Of course it wasn't. He wasn't in danger -