<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38800000/Lea-Seydoux-Paris-Match-Photoshoot-2015-lea-seydoux-38820141-1280-986.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment #5, Ground floor of Guinevere Staff Apartments Building <br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 7:47 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris | CLOSED<br/><strong>Playing:</strong> Achille-Claude Debussy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRZmdzCGLYw)</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Félicité busied herself with pulling the metal kettle from the back burner of the stove and filling it with water. There was a steady rhythm to making tea, soothing and well known. Félicité could easily concentrate her attention on it without actually having to pay actual attention to what she was doing. Which was a good thing as Shane pushed off the floor and sauntered in her direction.<br/><br/>Félicité turned her back on the girl and depressed the little latch that would open the spout of the tea kettle. She pulled up on the handle of her faucet and let the sound of running water cover the sounds of Shane moving closer to the kitchenette. Félicité also used the motion to press her eyes closed tightly, taking a deep breath she hoped the other woman wouldn’t notice. <em>Deep breath in, long slow breath out.</em> The words, ones she’d learned in her therapy sessions before arriving at Jamison, passed through her mind and Félicité willed her body to comply with them.<br/><br/>Her concentration was fairly successful right up until the concentration on her breath made her lose track of the hot water and tea kettle. When her shoulders dropped on an exhale, the metal moved just far enough to splash Félicité’s fingers with hot water from the tap. She gave a small gasp and jerked the scalded finger and tea kettle out of the stream. Her eyes pressed together again, this time in embarrassment.<br/><br/>“<acronym title="Jesus Christ"><em>Jésus Christ</em></acronym>!” The heated expletive was murmured under her breath as Félicité threw a small smile over her shoulder at Shane. 'Nothing happening here,' that smile tried to say, 'everything normal, I'll be right there.' The chances she was able to sell that sentiment were small but she felt driven to do <em>something</em> to cover her sudden clumsiness in Shane's presence. Was there to be no end to her absurd behavior tonight in front of the girl?<br/><br/>She turned off the tap and carried the kettle to the stove once again. Then reached out to turn the knob and start the water heating.<br/><br/><em>"When did you get so beautiful?"</em><br/><br/>The words made Félicité’s hand tremble as she reached, just a slight wobble and she swallowed hard. A small sound escaped her, like the first breath of a laugh only softer. Unsure what to say, Félicité just clicked the knob into place and dropped her hand. For lack of anything better to do, she reached up and tucked her loose blond locks behind one ear, glancing to the side where Shane was leaning against the small amount of Formica that passed as her work surface in the kitchen. <br/><br/>Félicité flashed another shy smile at Shane to acknowledge the girl’s words but said nothing. She couldn’t speak to them. There was something dangerous about those words in this moment. Instead she took as step to the right, a step away from Shane and busied herself reaching up to open the wooden cupboard.<br/><br/>The small cupboard was where she kept all of her glassware. Rocking up onto tiptoe, Félicité reached past the plates and bowls on the first shelf. Past the tumblers and drinking glasses on the second, and all the way up to the third where she kept the glasses from her tea set. The delicate china cups and saucers had been a gift from her grandmother. They were one of her most precious treasures and they'd been through a lot with the young french emigrant. Suddenly they were a treasure she felt an urge to share with Shane.<br/><br/>With the fingers of one hand braced gently on the counter, Félicité stretched, leaned and balanced on the toes of one foot as she sought to grasp a tea cup and saucer securely. One foot left the floor. The move pulled at her T-shirt again, dragging the material upward but Félicité didn’t notice as her fingers finally found purchase and she dropped back to flat feet on the floor with a triumphant smile and a delicate cup in hand. Carefully it was settled on the counter top and then the move was repeated. This time, Félicité came back with a saucer.<br/><br/>“They were a gift from my <acronym title="grandmother">Grand-mère</acronym>," she said, flashing another small smile at Shane. “The whole set actually.” Then she moved back toward the seating area to retrieve the matching tea pot and refresh the tea. In the small space allotted between the tiny refrigerator and the end of the counter where Shane stood, Félicité turned ever so slightly, passing her body through the limited space with her shoulders turned sideways.<br/><br/>The move, intended to give her clearance, helped a little, but Félicité’s breasts still whispered across the exposed skin of Shane’s arm, abrading her nipples ever so slightly. Félicité’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth as she pressed froward as quickly as possible. The tea pot sat a safe distance across the suddenly small main room of her apartment. Félicité concentrated on suppressing the shiver that wanted to have her toes curling while she used that distance to her advantage.<br/><br/>For a moment, she fiddled with the cozy, slipping it off and leaving it behind, something she ordinarily would never do. But she needed an extra moment to gather herself. On the way back, Félicité was much more careful entering the kitchenette. Deliberately she pressed her back against the cold metal of the refrigerator, pulling her shoulders back as far as possible. The move stretched the thin fabric of her shirt over her chest but there was no help for that. The move made it possible to whisper past Shane without any physical contact. Although Félicité swore she could feel the heat radiating from the girl's arm. She really needed to retrieve additional clothing! <br/><br/>Félicité was however, unwilling to brave the small exit again until the tea was finished and they <em>both</em> moved. Perhaps once Shane was settled on the couch? Distraction she decided was the only way to save her sanity.<br/><br/>“So tell me of your time at Jamison.” Félicité asked the girl, giving her a small encouraging nod as she turned her back and moved to dump the old tea from the china tea pot and pull new leaves from the cupboard where she had them stored.</span></span><br/>