It was much more accepted to kiss the air just above her hand. The actual feel of his lips, warm against her skin was again unexpected. She had not expected to be outdoors so long, and as such her fingers were ungloved. Heat traveled through her fingertips and up her arm. At the very least he had not kissed the inside of her wrist. Then he would have truly not understood accepted standards. Or perhaps flaunted his actions, despite them.
Reinette's gaze flickered to his own again.
Yes, she thought. Flaunted them.
She should be weary of such advances. For all that they could not like her, the men at court also comprehended her position and power. When she first left Louis she had been overrun with both calculated offers and the inept attempt to catch her in dark, shadowed corners. She would do much for their status, they understood. Until it became clear that she would have none of it, and even more? Nor would Louis.
It all left her tired. But she found that in this moment, she did not mind. Perhaps it was the playful, teasing undertones. His almost smile. Or perhaps it was merely that she was a stranger.
She did not know him. But then neither did he know her. It was liberating.
"Versailles, France. The court of Louis XV. Did you not know?"
Her smile tilted then. Something of her own teasing, less practiced.
"Or are we back to your skills as a sightseer. Surely, sure, if it is your aim you should at least be more accomplished in it."
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Date: 2009-11-26 04:48 pm (UTC)It was much more accepted to kiss the air just above her hand. The actual feel of his lips, warm against her skin was again unexpected. She had not expected to be outdoors so long, and as such her fingers were ungloved. Heat traveled through her fingertips and up her arm. At the very least he had not kissed the inside of her wrist. Then he would have truly not understood accepted standards. Or perhaps flaunted his actions, despite them.
Reinette's gaze flickered to his own again.
Yes, she thought. Flaunted them.
She should be weary of such advances. For all that they could not like her, the men at court also comprehended her position and power. When she first left Louis she had been overrun with both calculated offers and the inept attempt to catch her in dark, shadowed corners. She would do much for their status, they understood. Until it became clear that she would have none of it, and even more? Nor would Louis.
It all left her tired. But she found that in this moment, she did not mind. Perhaps it was the playful, teasing undertones. His almost smile. Or perhaps it was merely that she was a stranger.
She did not know him. But then neither did he know her. It was liberating.
"Versailles, France. The court of Louis XV. Did you not know?"
Her smile tilted then. Something of her own teasing, less practiced.
"Or are we back to your skills as a sightseer. Surely, sure, if it is your aim you should at least be more accomplished in it."