[ She swats at him, feigning scandal, but she is hardly protesting. Her head tips forward, burying it against his shoulder with a pleasurable groan. Her fingers curl in his shirt of balance as he slips his fingers between her legs and makes easy work of her while a stupid little fantasy intrudes into her mind. ]
Don't make promises you won't deliver on.
[ Of course she knows there is no threat of that. She doesn't make a habit of wearing many skirts, but she knows he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if she tempted him at brunch.
But that isn't the image that holds her attention. She thinks of his him ducking out from underneath a long gown, his face smug and slick as she grips a marble column of the grand palace for balance behind her. ]
Ah— [ She swallows, trying to push it out of her head. ] You're the schemer anyway. And I can't make things too easy for you.
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Don't make promises you won't deliver on.
[ Of course she knows there is no threat of that. She doesn't make a habit of wearing many skirts, but she knows he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if she tempted him at brunch.
But that isn't the image that holds her attention. She thinks of his him ducking out from underneath a long gown, his face smug and slick as she grips a marble column of the grand palace for balance behind her. ]
Ah— [ She swallows, trying to push it out of her head. ] You're the schemer anyway. And I can't make things too easy for you.