[ His blush makes her drop her own careful formality just a bit, enough for a ghost of a smile to flit across her face, possibly there and gone before he even meets her eyes again. Her volume drops a notch, willing to do this but significantly less willing to share with anyone around who might choose to listen. ]
I understand. [ She doesn't quite smile again but does give a nod of encouragement. ] "Erotic fantasies" are not territory I can call familiar.
[ For a heartbeat her lips press together. He may be a new arrival; with that possibility in mind it may be easier for them both if she just charges ahead. ]
If I were more prone to fantasy I would imagine greeting the morning at an hour so late it would be considered irresponsible, and I would not wake due to sunlight creeping into the room or an urgent knock on my door but due the affectionate grasping of a lover who wants to start their day by burrowing under the sheets and--
[ Explicit detail, she reminds herself. Her usual tendency toward eye contact doesn't quite hold. She has to avert her eyes slightly as she continues - it could pass for thoughtfulness if the pink in her cheeks didn't persist. ]
--licking me until I come on their tongue multiple times and can kiss myself off their lips. I would not allow them to leave bed until I returned the favor at least once, of course, but when we did venture out it would be for a picnic where I could later have them again. This time with my partner spread out below me and the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. It risks discovery, I suppose, and perhaps that adds to the excitement. [ She can't dismiss the possibility that Hubert, who so rarely doesn't know what is going on, would have a stealthily guarded perimeter around her anyway. Regardless, at this point she can veer her eyes back toward his. ] But it would not be a fantasy if there were actual interruptions, don't you think?
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I understand. [ She doesn't quite smile again but does give a nod of encouragement. ] "Erotic fantasies" are not territory I can call familiar.
[ For a heartbeat her lips press together. He may be a new arrival; with that possibility in mind it may be easier for them both if she just charges ahead. ]
If I were more prone to fantasy I would imagine greeting the morning at an hour so late it would be considered irresponsible, and I would not wake due to sunlight creeping into the room or an urgent knock on my door but due the affectionate grasping of a lover who wants to start their day by burrowing under the sheets and--
[ Explicit detail, she reminds herself. Her usual tendency toward eye contact doesn't quite hold. She has to avert her eyes slightly as she continues - it could pass for thoughtfulness if the pink in her cheeks didn't persist. ]
--licking me until I come on their tongue multiple times and can kiss myself off their lips. I would not allow them to leave bed until I returned the favor at least once, of course, but when we did venture out it would be for a picnic where I could later have them again. This time with my partner spread out below me and the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. It risks discovery, I suppose, and perhaps that adds to the excitement. [ She can't dismiss the possibility that Hubert, who so rarely doesn't know what is going on, would have a stealthily guarded perimeter around her anyway. Regardless, at this point she can veer her eyes back toward his. ] But it would not be a fantasy if there were actual interruptions, don't you think?