The more mess he made of her hair, the less she felt like her normal self—the tidy, overly competent steward who performed all her duties just so to prove she deserved her place. Maria wasn't certain who she might be now.
Even if she'd been inclined to ponder it, there was little time when Desmond put his mouth to her throat and her perspective suddenly shifted in the literal sense. She felt no alarm, though, despite her surprise.
After a moment, she hooked an ankle over his leg and bent her head to murmur in his ear. "Put your hands on me, Desmond."
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Date: 2014-08-31 05:47 am (UTC)Even if she'd been inclined to ponder it, there was little time when Desmond put his mouth to her throat and her perspective suddenly shifted in the literal sense. She felt no alarm, though, despite her surprise.
After a moment, she hooked an ankle over his leg and bent her head to murmur in his ear. "Put your hands on me, Desmond."