Awareness washed over her. The places where his fingers brushed over her back, in between the laces of her corset. The touch of his hand to her cheek.The clean, confident smell of his skin in contrast to the musky, aged air that permeated his clothing. Whatever compromised Jack making an effort to dominate over it all. It was entirely male, and not all together unappealing.
She had not kissed anyone since kissing Louis goodbye. And even then, it was an entirely different matter. A little lost and mostly lonely being replaced with something fresh and unassuming. A long, languorous stretch in one's warm bed.
He was extremely good at this, Reinette thought idly. The women -- and men -- of France had best beware.
Reinette pulled precisely a breath away, so that when she spoke her mouth still moved over his own in a whispered caress. There was the faint, faraway sound of a door closing.
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Date: 2010-01-12 05:37 am (UTC)She had not kissed anyone since kissing Louis goodbye. And even then, it was an entirely different matter. A little lost and mostly lonely being replaced with something fresh and unassuming. A long, languorous stretch in one's warm bed.
He was extremely good at this, Reinette thought idly. The women -- and men -- of France had best beware.
Reinette pulled precisely a breath away, so that when she spoke her mouth still moved over his own in a whispered caress. There was the faint, faraway sound of a door closing.
"We had an audience."