[ above the din of the casino (even the lobby was noisy at this time of day), she can hear him clear his throat and she stifles a laugh. it isn't often she throws him completely out of his tight control, but when she does, the victory is as sweet as the freshest spring fruits.
naturally, she gives none of this away to any observers, keeping graceful pace with Viago's longer strides. funny, how she's become so used to walking next to him that falling in step is as easy as breathing. a simple in and then out, with barely a thought.
charmed, she takes the offered hand up when she picks her way up the steps into the awaiting carriage. and as he follows her up, she arranges her skirts neatly so they don't get crumpled on their way. their new arrangement, of course, may also show the peek of her thigh better than before.
coincidence? never with her.
still, she wastes very little time in cozying up next to him a bit more, conscious to leave him breathing room while he was still working himself up to getting acquainted with this much touch again. the lean line of his body is warm so close to hers and she is tempted, not for the first time tonight, to melt into his embrace and nuzzle her face against the side of his neck. ]
I had it made for a contract but couldn't bear to see it destroyed if things went sideways. So I kept it for a special occasion, instead. [ not exactly new but not old, either. her story is also mostly a truth. she had seen the final product and could not think of anyone else's hands running so reverently on the fabric except his. letting a contract spoil it would've felt–dirty, somehow, with that image so etched into her mind.
the light press of his lips makes her pulse pick up, a syrupy sense of want settling in her stomach. ]
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Date: 2025-01-12 02:34 am (UTC)naturally, she gives none of this away to any observers, keeping graceful pace with Viago's longer strides. funny, how she's become so used to walking next to him that falling in step is as easy as breathing. a simple in and then out, with barely a thought.
charmed, she takes the offered hand up when she picks her way up the steps into the awaiting carriage. and as he follows her up, she arranges her skirts neatly so they don't get crumpled on their way. their new arrangement, of course, may also show the peek of her thigh better than before.
coincidence? never with her.
still, she wastes very little time in cozying up next to him a bit more, conscious to leave him breathing room while he was still working himself up to getting acquainted with this much touch again. the lean line of his body is warm so close to hers and she is tempted, not for the first time tonight, to melt into his embrace and nuzzle her face against the side of his neck. ]
I had it made for a contract but couldn't bear to see it destroyed if things went sideways. So I kept it for a special occasion, instead. [ not exactly new but not old, either. her story is also mostly a truth. she had seen the final product and could not think of anyone else's hands running so reverently on the fabric except his. letting a contract spoil it would've felt–dirty, somehow, with that image so etched into her mind.
the light press of his lips makes her pulse pick up, a syrupy sense of want settling in her stomach. ]
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