he shakes his head even though vanessa can't see him, presses his fingers around tighter the wooden knob as if to keep himself grounded even though his other foot has already sneaked its way on the first step. he wants to curse out loud.
it's so difficult to think of a reason when he can't even think straight anymore. he can only focus on the length of her legs, the curve of her neck, the shape of her, her whole body suddenly made available to him with a few quiet words he will never forget -- it would only require climbing the steps and he could take her. he wouldn't even have to bother undressing her, not when the rain did the job for him.
she's wise not to have turned around. if she as much as looked at him, he knows for sure he couldn't keep himself in check anymore. gathering what's left of his senses, he draws in a breath before he speaks. there's a fraction of a moment when he almost says the wrong thing. ]
I would think of the permission as a privilege and as an honour, but as your guest I could never do such a thing.
[ it's a lot of words and he struggles with them, wishing the exact opposite. what he wouldn't give to be able to show up on the doorstep of vanessa's bedroom, invited or less so at this point? but it's impossible, he can't, they're strangers and it's one of his first nights in this strange city. he's a gentleman, he'd never. ]
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he shakes his head even though vanessa can't see him, presses his fingers around tighter the wooden knob as if to keep himself grounded even though his other foot has already sneaked its way on the first step. he wants to curse out loud.
it's so difficult to think of a reason when he can't even think straight anymore. he can only focus on the length of her legs, the curve of her neck, the shape of her, her whole body suddenly made available to him with a few quiet words he will never forget -- it would only require climbing the steps and he could take her. he wouldn't even have to bother undressing her, not when the rain did the job for him.
she's wise not to have turned around. if she as much as looked at him, he knows for sure he couldn't keep himself in check anymore. gathering what's left of his senses, he draws in a breath before he speaks. there's a fraction of a moment when he almost says the wrong thing. ]
I would think of the permission as a privilege and as an honour, but as your guest I could never do such a thing.
[ it's a lot of words and he struggles with them, wishing the exact opposite. what he wouldn't give to be able to show up on the doorstep of vanessa's bedroom, invited or less so at this point? but it's impossible, he can't, they're strangers and it's one of his first nights in this strange city. he's a gentleman, he'd never. ]