"Is this what you wanted?" She leans into his touch, animalistically sensual and a far cry from his dignified, proper wife. A sudden flip into a very private side of her that he had drawn out a little of in their years married.
So very different from the woman the world had always seen her as.
His voice echoes in her head -- the veiled offers, the seduction in his eyes. He wants it, surely he does. Every little gesture seems to be screaming his desire for --
No, she thinks. Her small hands make fists in his shirt: a visible reflection of her inner struggle.
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Date: 2009-04-30 01:41 am (UTC)So very different from the woman the world had always seen her as.
His voice echoes in her head -- the veiled offers, the seduction in his eyes. He wants it, surely he does. Every little gesture seems to be screaming his desire for --
No, she thinks. Her small hands make fists in his shirt: a visible reflection of her inner struggle.