[Her lips are just lips, her tongue just tongue, the silvering strands of her fine hair under his sure fingers just keratin and dead skin cells. There's no secret of the universe in her mouth or how she opens it to him, to the line of her body as her shoulder gives.
--Or there is and it only sits behind the shape and heat of her mouth, warranting some deeper more intimate contact than a kiss or skin or anything bodies can give or do. Regardless: he kisses her and she kisses him and it's very simple. As easy to do as finding the silken sash wrapped at his middle with her hands. She shouldn't know how to untie the complex knot at his hip, but she does because it belongs to him.
[It is so easy that it was almost frustrating- or would be, if he was thinking of the past. He wasn't, though, too taken up in the physicality of her, an aspect that had almost seemed lost. But then, what was the difference between her growing distance and his ever stronger, more rigid control?
Certainly nothing right now, except perhaps that her hands were already wandering along with her mind, the exact direction each end of silk wrapped to complete the knot- and the knowledge that she had to go looking in the first place. Ridiculous- a huff of laughter at the edge of her mouth. She would have to forgive him, again, he hadn't considered the potential for added difficulty. He was not so presumptuous to imagine this inevitability- or perhaps it was simply that he was more vain than imaginative. He had certainly chosen every piece of the outfit with an eye towards something, and it was not the ease in which it could be shed. Another bit of structure to make him feel as if he had any control at all.
He didn't have to search her mind for the place her chains could begin to be unwound. he knew the drape of them, the way they fell, the ringing where they touched her hip and how it different from the chime at her wrist- the individual pieces, at least some of their meanings. He doesn't need to steady her. She is steady, so his right hand is free to run along the lower edge of one of the endless strings of silvery links, smoothly sliding across calluses that had a lifetime to develop. His fingers find the small hidden clasp at the same time his mouth finds a spot to come to rest, just under the curve of her jaw.]
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hi pan/lily/whoever else is tracking this u creeps
--Or there is and it only sits behind the shape and heat of her mouth, warranting some deeper more intimate contact than a kiss or skin or anything bodies can give or do.
Regardless: he kisses her and she kisses him and it's very simple. As easy to do as finding the silken sash wrapped at his middle with her hands. She shouldn't know how to untie the complex knot at his hip, but she does because it belongs to him.
What a kindness being familiar like this is.]
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Certainly nothing right now, except perhaps that her hands were already wandering along with her mind, the exact direction each end of silk wrapped to complete the knot- and the knowledge that she had to go looking in the first place. Ridiculous- a huff of laughter at the edge of her mouth. She would have to forgive him, again, he hadn't considered the potential for added difficulty. He was not so presumptuous to imagine this inevitability- or perhaps it was simply that he was more vain than imaginative. He had certainly chosen every piece of the outfit with an eye towards something, and it was not the ease in which it could be shed. Another bit of structure to make him feel as if he had any control at all.
He didn't have to search her mind for the place her chains could begin to be unwound. he knew the drape of them, the way they fell, the ringing where they touched her hip and how it different from the chime at her wrist- the individual pieces, at least some of their meanings. He doesn't need to steady her. She is steady, so his right hand is free to run along the lower edge of one of the endless strings of silvery links, smoothly sliding across calluses that had a lifetime to develop. His fingers find the small hidden clasp at the same time his mouth finds a spot to come to rest, just under the curve of her jaw.]