[ there's something about it — seeing him above her backlit by the soft glow of the room's lighting, bare and debauched that makes her heart stutter a little. it's a new perspective, one that she never quite entertained the notion of before, despite the time they've spent together in and out of work. she's sure wriothesley doesn't need her to tell him that he's charming and handsome, but she finds herself thinking it anyway, admiring the way the light cups his face, smoothing the sharper angles of it to make him appear younger and softer. it's a little unfair, she thinks; their compatibility in work was always undeniable, but it seems as if it may extend further than that.
her skin pebbles with goosebumps beneath the soft touch of his finger; she swallows briefly before propping herself up on an elbow, her other hand settling lightly on the scars stretching from his throat to his sternum. ]
... Tell me what you like. [ she follows the middle scar in reverse, fingertips ghosting over the raised skin to the dip in his collarbone. ] Something that you enjoy. Not what you think I will.
[ there isn't a need to specify, but she does so anyway. ]
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[ there's something about it — seeing him above her backlit by the soft glow of the room's lighting, bare and debauched that makes her heart stutter a little. it's a new perspective, one that she never quite entertained the notion of before, despite the time they've spent together in and out of work. she's sure wriothesley doesn't need her to tell him that he's charming and handsome, but she finds herself thinking it anyway, admiring the way the light cups his face, smoothing the sharper angles of it to make him appear younger and softer. it's a little unfair, she thinks; their compatibility in work was always undeniable, but it seems as if it may extend further than that.
her skin pebbles with goosebumps beneath the soft touch of his finger; she swallows briefly before propping herself up on an elbow, her other hand settling lightly on the scars stretching from his throat to his sternum. ]
... Tell me what you like. [ she follows the middle scar in reverse, fingertips ghosting over the raised skin to the dip in his collarbone. ] Something that you enjoy. Not what you think I will.
[ there isn't a need to specify, but she does so anyway. ]