She laughed quietly, a little surprised at how easily it came. The smile too. She absently twisted her arms behind her back to deftly hook the thin black t-shirt bra's closures, then leaned down to slip her panties on before lying back on the bed and lifting her hips slightly to pull them up.
Efficient, if mildly provocative. Yet more habits still.
"This will also guarantee sleep. But perhaps another time." She paused a moment after she'd curled back up to sitting, and leaned toward him.
"I something about your face was- bothered me," she told him. "When I was, eh. Seeing you in first time. I am knowing what it now is." She lifted a hand and rested her fingertips across his lips.
"Is in line of mouth," she explained, "is, ah..." She pursed her lips a little, too tired to go digging for the words, and just swept one fingertip across the place his lips met, and then down the tiny accent beneath his goatee, two quick lines.
"Very like my husband." She dropped her hand, though better of it, and lifted it again to his jaw while she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then she sat back, if not far, and gathered the dress up to tug it on over her head like a t-shirt.
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Date: 2009-06-27 05:43 am (UTC)Efficient, if mildly provocative. Yet more habits still.
"This will also guarantee sleep. But perhaps another time." She paused a moment after she'd curled back up to sitting, and leaned toward him.
"I something about your face was- bothered me," she told him. "When I was, eh. Seeing you in first time. I am knowing what it now is." She lifted a hand and rested her fingertips across his lips.
"Is in line of mouth," she explained, "is, ah..." She pursed her lips a little, too tired to go digging for the words, and just swept one fingertip across the place his lips met, and then down the tiny accent beneath his goatee, two quick lines.
"Very like my husband." She dropped her hand, though better of it, and lifted it again to his jaw while she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then she sat back, if not far, and gathered the dress up to tug it on over her head like a t-shirt.