[ i hate that you wrote this so out of spite i included foot talk in my other tag. watch yourself!!
anyway.
it's funny how just seconds prior, manuela had had the idle thought that the bikini she'd been given was a poor excuse for "clothing," more string than fabric. yet now that she is suddenly bereft of one of those strings holding it all together, she is struck by a distinct awareness of how suddenly exposed she is.
which, again, isn't much of a difference from literally two seconds prior. and yet somehow it makes all the difference, at least in manuela's suddenly racing mind, as she begins to do enough of the math to realize that turning over right now would have her completely topless in front of him.
all those thoughts she had been so resolved to not think about are suddenly crashing down on her, adding a prickliness to her skin wherever his hands linger. she should answer, shouldn't she? instead of hoping her face isn't nearly as red as it feels. ]
...If you wouldn't mind.
[ the sudden bashfulness to her tone embarrasses her so much, she doesn't even give sylus the opportunity to help her onto her back. in half a second she does it herself, with far less grace than the scene could have used, but at least the swift movement has the bonus effect of jostling her breasts, which seem to defy all laws of physics now that there is no bikini attempting to hold them down.
determined not to suddenly turn into a blushing maiden in front of him, manuela grabs up the lopsided top and tosses it aside. ]
no subject
anyway.
it's funny how just seconds prior, manuela had had the idle thought that the bikini she'd been given was a poor excuse for "clothing," more string than fabric. yet now that she is suddenly bereft of one of those strings holding it all together, she is struck by a distinct awareness of how suddenly exposed she is.
which, again, isn't much of a difference from literally two seconds prior. and yet somehow it makes all the difference, at least in manuela's suddenly racing mind, as she begins to do enough of the math to realize that turning over right now would have her completely topless in front of him.
all those thoughts she had been so resolved to not think about are suddenly crashing down on her, adding a prickliness to her skin wherever his hands linger. she should answer, shouldn't she? instead of hoping her face isn't nearly as red as it feels. ]
...If you wouldn't mind.
[ the sudden bashfulness to her tone embarrasses her so much, she doesn't even give sylus the opportunity to help her onto her back. in half a second she does it herself, with far less grace than the scene could have used, but at least the swift movement has the bonus effect of jostling her breasts, which seem to defy all laws of physics now that there is no bikini attempting to hold them down.
determined not to suddenly turn into a blushing maiden in front of him, manuela grabs up the lopsided top and tosses it aside. ]