If Ruka were in the murky depths of his mind, unraveling ribbons of information, feelings, and memories, she would probably tell him she indeed had a very valid point. As it was, such an intrusion was not permissible at the moment. She didn’t linger on it, didn’t ask, merely took note of his verbal allowance that she was likely right; which, as far as she was concerned, made her right. Jean felt to her as though he never fully admitted to anything unless it gained him something he wanted; even then, she was sure, there would be only such much admittance.
She laughed as his accusation, grinning all the more. “You should know the way we see ourselves is not the way we want others to see us—the way we are seen regardless of want or not-wanting.
“We all look at the painting, the sculpture, the poem and find something different in the context. For people it can be a matter of masks or layers—some are deeply buried while others are merely facets of the same personality for each group one associates with.”
She was still grinning when he spoke of her virtues in her ear, the soft caress of his mouth igniting a spark of warmth as it ghosted a trail along her neck. At the same time she shifted just so in his lap, moving enough without jostling the position of his head so that she could straddle his lap—blue silk of her robe spilling and gathering around their thighs and legs like a cascade of decedent sweet softness. Elegant nimble fingers danced a path up his crimsoned-covered chest, tapping a button here and there—sometimes tugging with a nail—as her other, the left, saw fit to merely rest on the conclave between his thigh and hip bone.
“I am not entirely certain that handsome or clever qualify as virtues to anyone but yourself,” she told him softly, a smile in her voice. “Are we arguing?” she asked next, that dancing hand moving up and around his neck. She squeezed with her other hand, thumb pressing into the sensitive conclave. “I was rather enjoying our discussion about poets and personal flaws. You have a tendency to dress things up to be sweeter than they are; I think it clashes quietly beautifully with how I tend to enjoy removing those trappings.” Was that a double entendre? Perhaps.
Her eyes shut when he slid the scrape of his nails through her scalp; she exhaled a whisper of some foreign word, something entirely not Latin or known to this realm as he did so. As the same time her back arched just enough to press her hips into his.
“And what if my desire is to give onto you as much as you would to me?” At this her cool blues opened, the brilliant color perhaps more ice than cobalt. Her hands both moved to gently grasp his neck at her body relaxed, as she came forward and shut her eyes once more. Thumbs swept along the undersides of his ears as she gently pressed her lips to his brow.
“Or what if that desire is to simply give?” she whispered over his skin, words brushing a warmth.
She laughed as his accusation, grinning all the more. “You should know the way we see ourselves is not the way we want others to see us—the way we are seen regardless of want or not-wanting.
“We all look at the painting, the sculpture, the poem and find something different in the context. For people it can be a matter of masks or layers—some are deeply buried while others are merely facets of the same personality for each group one associates with.”
She was still grinning when he spoke of her virtues in her ear, the soft caress of his mouth igniting a spark of warmth as it ghosted a trail along her neck. At the same time she shifted just so in his lap, moving enough without jostling the position of his head so that she could straddle his lap—blue silk of her robe spilling and gathering around their thighs and legs like a cascade of decedent sweet softness. Elegant nimble fingers danced a path up his crimsoned-covered chest, tapping a button here and there—sometimes tugging with a nail—as her other, the left, saw fit to merely rest on the conclave between his thigh and hip bone.
“I am not entirely certain that handsome or clever qualify as virtues to anyone but yourself,” she told him softly, a smile in her voice. “Are we arguing?” she asked next, that dancing hand moving up and around his neck. She squeezed with her other hand, thumb pressing into the sensitive conclave. “I was rather enjoying our discussion about poets and personal flaws. You have a tendency to dress things up to be sweeter than they are; I think it clashes quietly beautifully with how I tend to enjoy removing those trappings.” Was that a double entendre? Perhaps.
Her eyes shut when he slid the scrape of his nails through her scalp; she exhaled a whisper of some foreign word, something entirely not Latin or known to this realm as he did so. As the same time her back arched just enough to press her hips into his.
“And what if my desire is to give onto you as much as you would to me?” At this her cool blues opened, the brilliant color perhaps more ice than cobalt. Her hands both moved to gently grasp his neck at her body relaxed, as she came forward and shut her eyes once more. Thumbs swept along the undersides of his ears as she gently pressed her lips to his brow.
“Or what if that desire is to simply give?” she whispered over his skin, words brushing a warmth.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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