Even with the silence settling between them, everything about the interaction still felt like a rushed, stolen little moment. It was sweet, almost juvenile, as if Sinead could contain her excitement to the point that it was unthinkable that Sinead should go another moment without touching Tanis. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, however, Sinead knew that was exactly why.<br/>When Tanis placed her hand on top of Sinead's, Sinead turned her hand to meet the caress palm up. It allowed Sinead to intertwine their fingers, return the touch with one that was heavy with affection rather than with desire.<br/>Unwilling to let go of Tanis' hand, Sinead lifted their hands back onto the gear stick, awkwardly but successfully changing the gear as they ventured further into the smaller inner city streets.<br/>Having finished the maneuver, Sinead allowed their hands to rest back onto Tanis' thigh, fingers still intertwined with one another.