Pleasant Memory

Spade approached Arren and sat in the opposite chair from the omega. Their position was the same as before but also a bit different. The place was the same, but not at the same time. 

Slowly, Arren trailed the table with his fingers until he reached Spade's hand, which he put on the table. Instantly, their fingers entangled with each other perfectly. 

Arren observed it for a moment, his eyes focusing on their interlocked hands. The two were shrouded in a comfortable silence. Under the table, their feet and legs were also closed and pressing on each other. 

One would wonder if there wasn't any table between them; they had long pulled their bodies against each other. However, it seemed this little distance was still fine, as long as they could feel the warmth of each other's bodies against theirs. 

"You know, Spade..." Arren opened her mouth and spoke in a gentle tone.