02-27-2017, 04:52 PM
Hadn’t noticed. I snort. She hadn’t fucking noticed. Hours I’d spent perfecting my work, making sure it was just so, making sure it screamed Lacey to the whole world, and she hadn’t noticed somebody going and mucking it up with goddamn berries and flowers and godawful leaves. “Musta done a worse number on you than I realized, if you didn’t even notice somebody’d cocked up your art. Poor Lacey, love, I was so careless, wasn’t I?” I croon, tracing iron fingertips gently along the long-healed lines of her lace.
Even the goddamn berries.
Mmm, she lifts her chin, that defiant light in her eyes stirring my blood just the way it had last time. God I love that look in her eye. Something about her always seems to get me going, even now. Even after Ty. I sort of assumed I’d never want anyone else touching me after I’d been with him, would never want to taste and tease and coax anyone else’s body into those same delicious heights of ecstasy. And yet.
“I think I won’t like your kind of apology.”
That soft, breathy challenge has my pupils dilating, the corners of my lips curling slowly into a wicked grin. “Do you now, Lacey, love? Well if you want me to leave…” Those iron fingers trail along her hip, pausing to idly swirl around her hipbone before continuing along her side. “Say the word, baby.” Mmm, tracing up and down the lines of her ribcage bone by bone, taking their sweet, sweet time exploring her - but this time, I won’t hold her here.
Not unless she asks me to, anyhow.
I step closer, dragging my lips along the line of her shoulder, running the softest part of my nose up the curve of her neck to whisper in her ear, “I’ll leave if you want me to, and you’ll never see me again. Or I could stay, and we’ll see if you’re right about that, see if I can’t prove that apology’s worth accepting.” And while my lips play up here, those fingers trail south, teasing along her belly. “Tell me, pretty Lacey. What do you want?”
Even the goddamn berries.
Mmm, she lifts her chin, that defiant light in her eyes stirring my blood just the way it had last time. God I love that look in her eye. Something about her always seems to get me going, even now. Even after Ty. I sort of assumed I’d never want anyone else touching me after I’d been with him, would never want to taste and tease and coax anyone else’s body into those same delicious heights of ecstasy. And yet.
“I think I won’t like your kind of apology.”
That soft, breathy challenge has my pupils dilating, the corners of my lips curling slowly into a wicked grin. “Do you now, Lacey, love? Well if you want me to leave…” Those iron fingers trail along her hip, pausing to idly swirl around her hipbone before continuing along her side. “Say the word, baby.” Mmm, tracing up and down the lines of her ribcage bone by bone, taking their sweet, sweet time exploring her - but this time, I won’t hold her here.
Not unless she asks me to, anyhow.
I step closer, dragging my lips along the line of her shoulder, running the softest part of my nose up the curve of her neck to whisper in her ear, “I’ll leave if you want me to, and you’ll never see me again. Or I could stay, and we’ll see if you’re right about that, see if I can’t prove that apology’s worth accepting.” And while my lips play up here, those fingers trail south, teasing along her belly. “Tell me, pretty Lacey. What do you want?”