"Of course!" He steps over and takes the hanger from the rail, bringing the clothes over towards her.
He stands beside her, looking forward at her reflection, watching her as she moves, so utterly engrossed with every small little motion. Almost erotic in it's own way. The curve of her neck, the way her hands move and shift as she slides the glove from her delicate finger, the bounce of her hair as it falls against her skin. It's all beautiful to him. Like he's trapped within a dream.
"I'd be happy to." He smiles and reaches a hand down to her shoulder, just laying his fingers there, a contact that he craves, not wanting to let her go.
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:32 pm (UTC)He stands beside her, looking forward at her reflection, watching her as she moves, so utterly engrossed with every small little motion. Almost erotic in it's own way. The curve of her neck, the way her hands move and shift as she slides the glove from her delicate finger, the bounce of her hair as it falls against her skin. It's all beautiful to him. Like he's trapped within a dream.
"I'd be happy to." He smiles and reaches a hand down to her shoulder, just laying his fingers there, a contact that he craves, not wanting to let her go.