( perhaps this should serve as any indication to leave him be, allow him back the privacy he rightfully owned given he was nestled into the confines of his own apartment— but she doesn't. doesn't turn in means of an opportunity for him to find decency, doesn't even deny herself the option to look. she knows the look of embarrassment when she sees it, but it's far from capturing her focus.
she could leave, still, and by the mixture of both panic and defeat marred along his features, she's sure there's some part of him that's desperate she does. instead, pearled teeth are left sinking into the plush of lower lip, his words muffled by the heat thrumming up her figure, ringing in her ears. isabelle was by no means a woman shy of her intent, nor was sex anything she was anything but ineffably comfortable with-- but it's a line they hadn't yet crossed, one she'd be bold to dip her toes into given the circumstances. and then she sees her picture on his screen.
well. she never claimed to be good. so rather than heeding his apology, than fluttering her gaze away, she's sauntering closer. slowly, each click of her heels thoughtful and decisive, a signature flush of her own rising to the apple of her cheeks. ) You don't have to stop.
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she could leave, still, and by the mixture of both panic and defeat marred along his features, she's sure there's some part of him that's desperate she does. instead, pearled teeth are left sinking into the plush of lower lip, his words muffled by the heat thrumming up her figure, ringing in her ears. isabelle was by no means a woman shy of her intent, nor was sex anything she was anything but ineffably comfortable with-- but it's a line they hadn't yet crossed, one she'd be bold to dip her toes into given the circumstances. and then she sees her picture on his screen.
well. she never claimed to be good. so rather than heeding his apology, than fluttering her gaze away, she's sauntering closer. slowly, each click of her heels thoughtful and decisive, a signature flush of her own rising to the apple of her cheeks. ) You don't have to stop.