"What's what?" He whispers back, attempting innocence, but his voice falling lower, closer to one he used earlier. One he knows she liked.
His hand slides all over her waist, across her stomach, along her side, claiming every inch. He can feel the shape of the corset underneath and even that is alluring. So much more than modern underwear, he thinks. So strange a man from the future, in so many ways stuck in the past.
"Do you have -any- idea how you look to me right now?" He all but purrs. "You know I used to have this dream about you. Didn't think I'd see it in reality."
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Date: 2009-05-01 08:32 am (UTC)His hand slides all over her waist, across her stomach, along her side, claiming every inch. He can feel the shape of the corset underneath and even that is alluring. So much more than modern underwear, he thinks. So strange a man from the future, in so many ways stuck in the past.
"Do you have -any- idea how you look to me right now?" He all but purrs. "You know I used to have this dream about you. Didn't think I'd see it in reality."