[ he’s still in his shirtsleeves, belt and tie discarded, his blazer hanging carelessly on the back of a chair. his eyes glitter like shards of ice, watching her every movement from the moment she enters to when she settles on the bed, her lips curled around the spoon. he’s entranced enough that a dozen bad decisions crowd his mind, convincing himself that it wouldn’t be a bad thing to ask her if she’d mind terribly if she just stayed here while he went to ash’s side instead, and would that be strange? she’d consider it a boon to get rid of him, probably.
when he pushes off the wall, it’s not to go toward ash’s direction, but to slink onto the bed with her, ignoring the lack of decorum when he snuggles up behind her, fitting his chin atop her shoulder like a puzzle piece slotting into place. the satin of her robe is liquid heat, absorbing every inch of life from her body, one hand roaming along the curve of her thigh, less of an invitation than a study of what transpired without him. his other hand knuckles breezily up her spine, kneading her muscles into pleasurable relaxation so she won’t immediately pull away. ]
Did you guys talk about me all night?
[ his first, and most obvious question. ash permeates the room like a shotgun blast to the head. he focuses instead of her soft skin, on the spun sugar taste she licks from her lips. ]
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when he pushes off the wall, it’s not to go toward ash’s direction, but to slink onto the bed with her, ignoring the lack of decorum when he snuggles up behind her, fitting his chin atop her shoulder like a puzzle piece slotting into place. the satin of her robe is liquid heat, absorbing every inch of life from her body, one hand roaming along the curve of her thigh, less of an invitation than a study of what transpired without him. his other hand knuckles breezily up her spine, kneading her muscles into pleasurable relaxation so she won’t immediately pull away. ]
Did you guys talk about me all night?
[ his first, and most obvious question. ash permeates the room like a shotgun blast to the head. he focuses instead of her soft skin, on the spun sugar taste she licks from her lips. ]