She watched him with blue eyes, shining and liquid, and a swift, decisive nod as she murmured her assent.
It was easier, the fastener, with her leaning close--he could see what he was doing, even if he was distracted not that it was bad to be distracted, oh no, rather the opposite, goodsoftwet--he had to breathe, to pause, to still his hands and lift smoothly; didn't want to tear the cloth.
He followed the line of the fastener, craned his neck to gasp as lips closed down firm examine the seam, the tiny white teeth that murmured apart over her bare skin, cool and silky to the touch.
The powder-blue hook-and-eye clutched at the tips of fingernails that were longer than he was used to, longer than he remembered, and she shivered a little, trembling under his hand. She didn't edge away--hadn't hurt her, then.
"Christine, I--" what were the words, she smelled so good, was so pretty. Curled his fingers under the elastic, not hard enough to pull or snap. "May I?"
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-04-15 02:25 am (UTC)It was easier, the fastener, with her leaning close--he could see what he was doing, even if he was distracted not that it was bad to be distracted, oh no, rather the opposite, goodsoftwet--he had to breathe, to pause, to still his hands and lift smoothly; didn't want to tear the cloth.
He followed the line of the fastener, craned his neck to
gasp as lips closed down firmexamine the seam, the tiny white teeth that murmured apart over her bare skin, cool and silky to the touch.The powder-blue hook-and-eye clutched at the tips of fingernails that were longer than he was used to, longer than he remembered, and she shivered a little, trembling under his hand. She didn't edge away--hadn't hurt her, then.
"Christine, I--" what were the words, she smelled so good, was so pretty. Curled his fingers under the elastic, not hard enough to pull or snap. "May I?"