[ that small moment there — where he drops character, thereby shattering the illusion outright — somehow it does little to ruin that faint flutter of hope beating away in manuela's chest. it should have, because what delusion can she cling to if he doesn't keep up the farce, but instead she finds her anticipation spike with promise.
this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?
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this is ferdinand the person, not ferdinand the character, asking her if she would be alright with moving forward with this. the scene, what's expected of them, and all that that implies. he is asking her, too, for the chance to satisfy her, perhaps even in ways neither of them have fully thought out just yet. but he is asking. and somehow that alone is enough to reassure manuela that this thing that had felt so tenuous and wrong and risky... might not be quite as complicated as it has to be after all.
and when she thinks of it like that, how could she possibly resist? ]
...Yes, Ferdinand. I think that will do just fine.
[ they were definitely given fake names to use, but truthfully the script had all been tossed out the window the second they recognized each other.
but just like that, something between them shifts. two jagged pieces of a larger puzzle slot a little more easily — if somewhat clumsily — together, and something tentative but promising begins to blossom in the little crevices still left to be filled. an understanding, perhaps, that whatever happens next is something welcomed by both parties involved. and that maybe that's all they need for now.
and so manuela settles herself back into her chair, allowing herself to slip back into the character of teacher slash vixen. slowly, she draws one leg up over the other. it is a gesture meant to draw one's eye to the slope of that thigh, and make it notice how her skirt slips up a few inches higher to reveal even more skin. at the same time, the movement is for manuela's own benefit, allowing her to clench her thighs together in a bid for some relief; already, the anticipation has got her nerves feeling tight in all the best ways. ]
We can start now.
[ she makes a point of drawing her gaze down over his body, so wonderfully displayed for her like a prettily packaged treat, and lets her eyes linger on the beginnings of a bulge at the front of his pants. ]
Why don't you tell me what you'd like to learn first?