Jack could tell, just in that one kiss, that Reinette's skill was extensive. A kiss could be so much more than an indelicate fumble. It was a keystone to talent, and the delicate way the lips moved could tell a lot to the trained.
When she broke the kiss his lips very nearly followed hers to claim them back. A testament, were any needed, to just how good she was at this.
His eyes opened slowly and he looked over her and to the door that had been closed behind them.
"So we did," he whispered back, lips curved up into a smile. His hand, still on her cheek, held in place, and his thumb gently stroked back and forth; a tender gesture, and a wholly intimate yet entirely natural one.
He looked at her a moment, that half smile on his face and he shifted his thumb from her cheek to brush over her lips.
"Jeanne-Antoinette, I do believe we might have caused a stir," he smiled again and gently leaned in to press his lips to hers once more. But this kiss was not like the last, it was soft and showed the measure of the man for who he really was behind the painted image. It wasn't long, just a short kiss, and as he pulled back he smiled at her.
Smiled at her, with his smile steadily widening until he pinched her at the waist and started laughing.
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Date: 2010-01-12 05:48 am (UTC)When she broke the kiss his lips very nearly followed hers to claim them back. A testament, were any needed, to just how good she was at this.
His eyes opened slowly and he looked over her and to the door that had been closed behind them.
"So we did," he whispered back, lips curved up into a smile. His hand, still on her cheek, held in place, and his thumb gently stroked back and forth; a tender gesture, and a wholly intimate yet entirely natural one.
He looked at her a moment, that half smile on his face and he shifted his thumb from her cheek to brush over her lips.
"Jeanne-Antoinette, I do believe we might have caused a stir," he smiled again and gently leaned in to press his lips to hers once more. But this kiss was not like the last, it was soft and showed the measure of the man for who he really was behind the painted image. It wasn't long, just a short kiss, and as he pulled back he smiled at her.
Smiled at her, with his smile steadily widening until he pinched her at the waist and started laughing.