[ His words are received with a slow smile, something that could almost be sweet if not for the dark, glazed-over look in her eyes as she watches him, or the way she bites her plush lower lip before tracing her tongue over it, a deliberate motion for his benefit, meant in design to inspire further frustration.
How easy, that wicked part of her wonders, will it be to break a man who has gone without for three weeks? A man who is sitting across from her now with a dangerous darkness in his own eyes: a smoldering flame ready to burst to life, to burn and take and consume? She shifts in her seat, biting back a soft sound that springs unbidden to her lips as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure strikes between her legs at the thought, and it's with trembling fingers that she picks up her cutlery once more, returning to the meal.
Her eyes remain on his face the whole time.
(It makes for a hell of a time cutting, but it's worth it. That face...) ]
For me too, in case you couldn't tell. [ There's a pause before she continues, a hesitationโ she knows what she wants to say, but as with him, her experience is limited, and she worries the words will come out strange or awkward. Determination carries her through, though, even as the blood rushes up her cheeks, as her voice comes out in a husky murmur: ] With how wet they are, I may as well have bathed in my undergarments.
[ ...Okay, so it's a little awkwardly phrased, but the spirit is there. ]
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How easy, that wicked part of her wonders, will it be to break a man who has gone without for three weeks? A man who is sitting across from her now with a dangerous darkness in his own eyes: a smoldering flame ready to burst to life, to burn and take and consume? She shifts in her seat, biting back a soft sound that springs unbidden to her lips as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure strikes between her legs at the thought, and it's with trembling fingers that she picks up her cutlery once more, returning to the meal.
Her eyes remain on his face the whole time.
(It makes for a hell of a time cutting, but it's worth it. That face...) ]
For me too, in case you couldn't tell. [ There's a pause before she continues, a hesitationโ she knows what she wants to say, but as with him, her experience is limited, and she worries the words will come out strange or awkward. Determination carries her through, though, even as the blood rushes up her cheeks, as her voice comes out in a husky murmur: ] With how wet they are, I may as well have bathed in my undergarments.
[ ...Okay, so it's a little awkwardly phrased, but the spirit is there. ]