[ it says something, perhaps, about her willingness to turn her back to him in an enclosed space, either her confidence in being able to handle him or something else that she's unwilling to really analyze in this moment. her awareness of him prickles along her spine, listening to his footsteps muffled against the carpet before she feels the warmth of his arm circle her waist, and then the warmer solidity of his body against hers. this time she does shiver, fingers tightening briefly against the glass as the scent of tobacco smoke and his cologne envelop her. the last time felt like this, too—quick and dirty in a smaller room with him bearing down against her back. the familiarity of it makes heat settle low in her gut. ]
Do you?
[ the glasses are set on the counter next to the bottle of wine. clorinde shifts in his grasp, the hair coiled at her nape brushing against his chin as she turns to look at him over her shoulder. beneath the single light in the kitchen, the gold in his eyes look even more luminous against his skin, as captivating as he is dangerous. ]
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Do you?
[ the glasses are set on the counter next to the bottle of wine. clorinde shifts in his grasp, the hair coiled at her nape brushing against his chin as she turns to look at him over her shoulder. beneath the single light in the kitchen, the gold in his eyes look even more luminous against his skin, as captivating as he is dangerous. ]
I suppose it's all the same no matter the venue.