He was looking at her, his expression changing rapidly from mortified to stunned as he absorbed just how confused she was. "Oh," She felt a prick of her own embarassment at what he must be thinking - what she was currently thinking now. She was a Mediwitch she worked in biology, anatomy, all sorts of catastrophes. She'd known it had happened, had known what happens when a man lay with a woman, but her assumptions were that it always occurred under the circumstances of marriage. It was then she only realized just how stupid she had been for the past twenty-or-so years, and her cheeks flooded with heat.

And yet bubbling somewhere under the embarrassment was something else. Gratification, perhaps? She'd just sworn to herself that Dory hadn't any feelings for her, and yet here he was, trying to conceal proof of that very emotion. Immediately she felt guilty that she had just forced him to do such a thing, to reveal himself in such a vulnerable way. However, it was only mere minutes previously that she had been the vulnerable one, stuck in her corset with little to do but let him do things she had never thought he would do.

Through all these cloudy thoughts, Mabel looked at him, still wanting more clarity. "You are....you're aroused by...me?" There was no denying the wistful feeling slowly spreading throughout her chest as her heart continued to thrum its tune.

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