Singing the Body Electric

Six Sentence Sunday: Post six sentences from whatever you're working on, if you're game! Folks who don't want to make their own posts are very welcome to share their snippets here.

From "Blessing the Bed" (Our Flag Means Death, Frenchie/Izzy, a getting-together fic set during s2):

He bundled up his boots and trousers inside his coat and left them in easy reach in case he had to beat a hasty retreat in the dark. Izzy had settled on his side, back to the wall, leaving a conveniently Frenchie-sized sliver of the bunk for him to slot himself into. He climbed in, taking care with his elbows and knees. Taking care with his hands too, in a different sort of way. They lay just so, the backs of his fingers barely making contact with Izzy's warm, hairy belly when Izzy breathed in. Then, after maybe half a minute, they shifted half an inch so that they were making contact on the breath out too.

It was the sort of question everyone could pretend hadn't been asked and wasn't being answered: 'Are we doing something?'