At the mention of his cologne once again he felt an urge to defend himself, to protest that perhaps he'd just changed it to elect a more festive scent (this being The Nutcracker after all), but got no further than opening his mouth before she distracted him with an unexpected pinch. "Ah," he gasped, and then she was off again, kissing and talking, and his window for protest had closed. (And it would have been a weak protest, anyway, so perhaps that wasn't the worst outcome).
Her description of his effect made the hair on his arms stand on end. Careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; if she was speaking truly, this was the stuff of poetry. How ridiculous that the thought thrilled him so.
"Don't make it sound as though it's my fault we ended up here," he teased, running his hands along her sides while he let her work through the laces on the dress. "That stunt with the cigarette was irresistibly intimate."
Her description of his effect made the hair on his arms stand on end. Careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; if she was speaking truly, this was the stuff of poetry. How ridiculous that the thought thrilled him so.
"Don't make it sound as though it's my fault we ended up here," he teased, running his hands along her sides while he let her work through the laces on the dress. "That stunt with the cigarette was irresistibly intimate."
MJ is the light of my life <3