[Ivy can't help but breathe out in a shuddering sigh, although she's pretty sure Jean's too distracted to even notice.
Jean's beautiful anyway, of course, but like this - eyes closed tight, cheeks flushed, helpless and needy and utterly under Ivy's control - she's spellbinding. In other circumstances, Ivy thinks, she could just watch Jean like this all night...
Except, she reminds herself, they are in a strange new city surrounded by people who could not be said to be entirely sane, and anyone nearby probably heard Jean's cry. Not that it's anything unusual, around here, but still.
Gently, she slides her hand out of Jean's pants, and steps back when she's reasonably convinced the other woman has recovered enough to avoid slumping to the ground.]
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Jean's beautiful anyway, of course, but like this - eyes closed tight, cheeks flushed, helpless and needy and utterly under Ivy's control - she's spellbinding. In other circumstances, Ivy thinks, she could just watch Jean like this all night...
Except, she reminds herself, they are in a strange new city surrounded by people who could not be said to be entirely sane, and anyone nearby probably heard Jean's cry. Not that it's anything unusual, around here, but still.
Gently, she slides her hand out of Jean's pants, and steps back when she's reasonably convinced the other woman has recovered enough to avoid slumping to the ground.]
Well. I have to admit I wasn't expecting that.
[And her voice is light and teasing.]