Flexibility: Circus and A Woman in Red (Quick writing)

Natasha's hair was dark and her eyes were the moody green of the ocean at dawn. Wearing a  crimson Trapeze dress, she looks slim, leaning toward angular, and exactly right.

Eyes narrowed, mind focused, Jim was training  flexibilities. "No, keep your head up," he ordered, barely irritated that she should be so exactly right. "Hold your arms back. Just a bit more. Palms down and flat. No, you're not a flaming penguin, spread your fingers a little. Ah."

It was then Jim noticed the faint blush spreading over her skin, the stiffness in her movements. Moron, Jim told himself. Of course Natasha was edgy and uncomfortable and he had done nothing to put her at ease.

He‘d grown too used, he supposed, to skilled trapezes. Natasha liked to talk, so he would let her talk.

"Tell me about these lessons of yours."

"What?"

"The lessons... I thought you had taken a number of lessons on this and that. What was it you studied?"

Natasha pressed her lips together, fought back the foolish urge to cross her arms over her breasts."I thought you said I wasn't supposed to talk."

"Now I'm saying you can."

She heard the exasperation, rolled her eyes. What was she, a mind reader? "I, ah, took aerobic lessons."

Yes, it was better when she talked. Her face became mobile again. Alive again. After all "Not only is it important to have a flexible body, you have to have a flexible mind too."