[Perfectly painted nails that had not so long ago traced lovingly, greedily, domineeringly over the delicate line of his cheekbone, the chiseled and scarred planes of his chest, now swirl slowly over the surface of the water, just threatening to break the surface tension.]
I am not interesting in asking specific questions.
[She could, she supposed, if that was the game, but, more than that... Her eyes seem to look right at him, all of him, open and strangely welcoming. Like no matter what he could possibly say... she wouldn't judge it at all. How he felt about the coverage, what rankled him, what made him proud, what he wished to deny or wished they had focused on instead...]
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[Perfectly painted nails that had not so long ago traced lovingly, greedily, domineeringly over the delicate line of his cheekbone, the chiseled and scarred planes of his chest, now swirl slowly over the surface of the water, just threatening to break the surface tension.]
I am not interesting in asking specific questions.
[She could, she supposed, if that was the game, but, more than that... Her eyes seem to look right at him, all of him, open and strangely welcoming. Like no matter what he could possibly say... she wouldn't judge it at all. How he felt about the coverage, what rankled him, what made him proud, what he wished to deny or wished they had focused on instead...]
I am interested in what you have to say about it.