What's there to ruin? It's hardly as if there's only one answer to the way he looks at and kisses her. In the same way the point of her attention following him is direct and keen, Fitcher doesn't flinch from under the soft searching press of his thumb. Careful is not the same thing as shy (or hesitant, or delicate, or even particularly biddable); name or no name, surely there is still something encouraging in the soft appreciative rumble in her throat under his mouth or how easily she slips the knot from the housecoat's flimsy cinch.
She raises her eyebrows at him, some gleam of low humor resurfacing. The hand at her hip is flicked with the end of the loosened tie, and the taut tangle of scars which stretch from ribs to upper thigh gleam when bared to the low lamplight.
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Date: 2021-08-08 08:38 pm (UTC)She raises her eyebrows at him, some gleam of low humor resurfacing. The hand at her hip is flicked with the end of the loosened tie, and the taut tangle of scars which stretch from ribs to upper thigh gleam when bared to the low lamplight.