He was distracted, just a moment, by the way her throat hitched, by the curve her neck made as it happened. He blinked away a smile, poised to chase that pretty line with his tongue, when what she'd said finally sunk in.
A little warm? She was uncomfortable, and he was--warm all over, hadn't she said so before? Too warm.
Wait. Wait, maybe it was like his ice water, had nothing to do with the thing itself. Was just a prop, only an obstacle.
That fabric was nice, smooth and sleek, but there was a lot of it and it wasn't her skin. Was just a little too much of it, and not enough of her. That was probably what it was--sleeves like an overcoat, trapping the heat close to her skin.
He stared gravely at her for a long moment--but not too long.
"There's nothing to be done," he intoned, dark and low, fingers snaking higher along her spine, after the fastener that was here somewhere--he'd split one just like it, before, and Elements be thanked for faulty Fed garment construction. "You'll overheat. We have," he said slowly, knowing his eyes glittered, knowing the grin spoiled it a little, "we have no choice. This dress can't stay where it is."
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-04-06 11:33 pm (UTC)A little warm? She was uncomfortable, and he was--warm all over, hadn't she said so before? Too warm.
Wait. Wait, maybe it was like his ice water, had nothing to do with the thing itself. Was just a prop, only an obstacle.
That fabric was nice, smooth and sleek, but there was a lot of it and it wasn't her skin. Was just a little too much of it, and not enough of her. That was probably what it was--sleeves like an overcoat, trapping the heat close to her skin.
He stared gravely at her for a long moment--but not too long.
"There's nothing to be done," he intoned, dark and low, fingers snaking higher along her spine, after the fastener that was here somewhere--he'd split one just like it, before, and Elements be thanked for faulty Fed garment construction. "You'll overheat. We have," he said slowly, knowing his eyes glittered, knowing the grin spoiled it a little, "we have no choice. This dress can't stay where it is."
There, in the collar--he gave it a little tug.