“I am not very sure whether you would want to be or not,” she replied openly, almost immediately, to his first response on book bindings. And she knew it to be true, in some candid way; Jean did not easily bend to the idea of someone knowing him. His very nature, at least what she gleamed in the fragmented lines between his words, begat that he would not allow much as easily as she did.
She wasn’t sure it sparked a challenge in her. It felt… crude to call it as much. It Jean earnestly did not want to be known, he would not be. But, perhaps it was in all that she didn’t know about him that made her want to know. Each time he answered a question she pondered deeper. Each time a piece of something crept forth, she wanted more.
“I am not so sure about Shakespeare… I would argue Amy Lowell. But then, that it just one’s man opinion of you, is it not?”
She gasped softly as he nibbled at her shoulder, humming at the end in a way that almost asked for more.
“Virtuous?” she whispered darkly along his neck, “I would argue otherwise.” Someone dear to her certainly would, but the time for thinking of such things was not now; certainly not when she had such virile and delectable company.
“And how would you have me use you, Jean? Or would it be better to ask, how would you use me, seigneur de cœur?” At this she sat up just enough to look him in the eye, one brow curving upward between strands of white-blond.
She wasn’t sure it sparked a challenge in her. It felt… crude to call it as much. It Jean earnestly did not want to be known, he would not be. But, perhaps it was in all that she didn’t know about him that made her want to know. Each time he answered a question she pondered deeper. Each time a piece of something crept forth, she wanted more.
“I am not so sure about Shakespeare… I would argue Amy Lowell. But then, that it just one’s man opinion of you, is it not?”
She gasped softly as he nibbled at her shoulder, humming at the end in a way that almost asked for more.
“Virtuous?” she whispered darkly along his neck, “I would argue otherwise.” Someone dear to her certainly would, but the time for thinking of such things was not now; certainly not when she had such virile and delectable company.
“And how would you have me use you, Jean? Or would it be better to ask, how would you use me, seigneur de cœur?” At this she sat up just enough to look him in the eye, one brow curving upward between strands of white-blond.
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