[ knowing he doesn't share the same predilections that those that frequent the menagerie do helps, as does knowing that he's somewhat fond of her. that he's gone out of his way to protect and defend her, to ensure her safety at the expense of his own. his investment.
he's more than that and she watches him when he thinks she isn't. it's what she does. it's why she wants all of him when he thinks he can't.
at the edge of the bed, she pauses, finally hesitating. not because of what he wants from her but because, for the first time, she doesn't want to disappoint. for herself, not to spare a beating. for him. she wants him to see her, really see her, as something more than the wraith. as an indenture. as his investment.
easing onto it is a graceful move - she's full of them without trying - and she sits with one knee raised, pushing her hair over her shoulders. with her eyes on his, she can bare her breasts before leaning back against the pillows and spreading her thigh slightly. she wonders if he notices, if this is something he wants to see or if this is simply about this new place they're in. ]
Like this. [ her voice is loud enough only to carry where he stands. one hand rests on the bed, but the other trails a slow line along the inside of her spread leg to the dark curls at their apex, but she stops short of more. ] Here. He touches me here.
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he's more than that and she watches him when he thinks she isn't. it's what she does. it's why she wants all of him when he thinks he can't.
at the edge of the bed, she pauses, finally hesitating. not because of what he wants from her but because, for the first time, she doesn't want to disappoint. for herself, not to spare a beating. for him. she wants him to see her, really see her, as something more than the wraith. as an indenture. as his investment.
easing onto it is a graceful move - she's full of them without trying - and she sits with one knee raised, pushing her hair over her shoulders. with her eyes on his, she can bare her breasts before leaning back against the pillows and spreading her thigh slightly. she wonders if he notices, if this is something he wants to see or if this is simply about this new place they're in. ]
Like this. [ her voice is loud enough only to carry where he stands. one hand rests on the bed, but the other trails a slow line along the inside of her spread leg to the dark curls at their apex, but she stops short of more. ] Here. He touches me here.