Swaying hips, still subtle, never overdone, smiling back over her shoulder at him. She led him through the double doors from sitting room to bedroom, pausing a few feet from the bed. Turning, she smiles up at him softly, running her fingers down his cheek in a soft caress.
She studies him intently, open to clues about what he wants from her, how he wants her, old habits taking over. Fingers trace his lips, then she smiles again as she slides them down his chest, even as the feel of them lingers on his lips with phantom touches.
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Date: 2005-07-09 04:30 pm (UTC)She studies him intently, open to clues about what he wants from her, how he wants her, old habits taking over. Fingers trace his lips, then she smiles again as she slides them down his chest, even as the feel of them lingers on his lips with phantom touches.