As a sergeant to her steward, Desmond was unquestionably beneath her in the rankings, yet she allowed him to take the lead now. Part of her felt overwhelmed, by her own response as much his actions. She was no maid, but there was something between them she'd never felt with Peter Hallaton. Perhaps it was the difference between desire and duty.
Which wasn't to say she had no initiative. Tilting her head slightly, she let him worry at her lower lip and slipped the tip of her tongue out to meet his.
Without much conscious thought, she leaned into his hand as her own arms went up and around his shoulders to bring them closer together. If his initial touch had been an impropriety, then surely this was a sin, and the intensity with which she wanted him to put his hands on her more was blasphemy beyond the telling.
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Date: 2014-08-15 05:27 am (UTC)Which wasn't to say she had no initiative. Tilting her head slightly, she let him worry at her lower lip and slipped the tip of her tongue out to meet his.
Without much conscious thought, she leaned into his hand as her own arms went up and around his shoulders to bring them closer together. If his initial touch had been an impropriety, then surely this was a sin, and the intensity with which she wanted him to put his hands on her more was blasphemy beyond the telling.