[ It is honesty. Much more of it afforded for him thanks to the number of jobs they've taken together. Arthur's a rather strange beast, and he's managed to wiggle himself beneath her defenses enough to steal some of her affections. It's a rather dangerous thing, truth be told. And yet she's come to terms with this development, even maintaining an unruffled air in the face of it.
Her lips quirk up in a mischievous tilt as he speaks to someone on the other end of the line. Blue eyes are warm, like the summer sky, however, despite how they dare him to stop her.
He doesn't, and soon that perfectly tied tie is hanging, its two ends resting against his chest, fisted lightly in her hands. She tilts her head, making no move to stop warm hands from inching her skirts higher. ]
[ She's not stopping him, which is a good sign. It points to consent, agreement, both of them wholly invested. He's still tired, the exhaustion having settled into his bones and nerves after they'd stepped off the plane. But, he's finding himself distracted away from wanting to slump into the bed, sink into the pillows– well, maybe not completely away. Maybe he'll end up that way, just for different reasons. Dany seems like the type to get her way (he doesn't mind at all).
So he doesn't take her dare, doesn't stop her, lets her fist the ends of his tie, hanging undone. ]
Hard to misinterpret my hands up your dress. If this is about my comment on the soap, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. It's a good surprise, though.
[ An understatement. Having a lap full of Dany is actually pretty excellent. ]
Can I kiss you?
HEY GUESS WHO FOUND THIS AND TOTES THOUGHT IT WAS ON YOUR END.....
You'd be surprised what some people can misinterpret.
[ Those hands up her dress, however, are left to their own devices. The higher they go, the closer to her arse they reach, the more he'll find her readily pressing into his touch.
She likes him clean and pristine.
She thinks she'll like him more when he's properly rumpled. There's the hint of it here and there, aided by how tired they are, and she finds she likes a tired and relaxed Arthur. ]
Honestly, not much surprises me in that way any longer.
[ Too much time spent in the dreamshare career would do that to a person. Especially since he's been running point for a few years. The amount of times he's had to illustrate something or be so painfully blunt is just. A lot. More than he thought he would have to be, considering they're in a field that attracts intellectuals.
(Maybe that's the problem, no common sense).
He puts that out of his mind, though, slides his hands to the swell of her bottom and gives a playful squeeze. She's warm to the touch and a pleasant weight in his lap and he'd be stupid to turn down her obvious consent. So he doesn't.
Arthur leans in, tilts his chin up to meet her mouth. It's light and chaste at first, then second, and then he presses for a little more, smile curving his mouth. ]
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Her lips quirk up in a mischievous tilt as he speaks to someone on the other end of the line. Blue eyes are warm, like the summer sky, however, despite how they dare him to stop her.
He doesn't, and soon that perfectly tied tie is hanging, its two ends resting against his chest, fisted lightly in her hands. She tilts her head, making no move to stop warm hands from inching her skirts higher. ]
Did I misinterpret yours?
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So he doesn't take her dare, doesn't stop her, lets her fist the ends of his tie, hanging undone. ]
Hard to misinterpret my hands up your dress. If this is about my comment on the soap, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. It's a good surprise, though.
[ An understatement. Having a lap full of Dany is actually pretty excellent. ]
Can I kiss you?
HEY GUESS WHO FOUND THIS AND TOTES THOUGHT IT WAS ON YOUR END.....
[ Those hands up her dress, however, are left to their own devices. The higher they go, the closer to her arse they reach, the more he'll find her readily pressing into his touch.
She likes him clean and pristine.
She thinks she'll like him more when he's properly rumpled. There's the hint of it here and there, aided by how tired they are, and she finds she likes a tired and relaxed Arthur. ]
I'd be disappointed if you didn't, Arthur.
WOW???
[ Too much time spent in the dreamshare career would do that to a person. Especially since he's been running point for a few years. The amount of times he's had to illustrate something or be so painfully blunt is just. A lot. More than he thought he would have to be, considering they're in a field that attracts intellectuals.
(Maybe that's the problem, no common sense).
He puts that out of his mind, though, slides his hands to the swell of her bottom and gives a playful squeeze. She's warm to the touch and a pleasant weight in his lap and he'd be stupid to turn down her obvious consent. So he doesn't.
Arthur leans in, tilts his chin up to meet her mouth. It's light and chaste at first, then second, and then he presses for a little more, smile curving his mouth. ]