Of the many things Phryne appreciated about her dear Inspector was his perspicacity. He, more than anyone she'd ever known, understood her occasional need for careful handling. Oh, she would deny it, if anyone spoke the words aloud, but she had no illusions concerning how high-strung she could be.
She said nothing of the sort, as his mouth on her skin promptly demanded her attention to far more pleasant matters--including the silk of his tie slipping through her fingers as she pulled it off, the warmth of his skin behind the buttons and cotton of his shirt, the strength of his body separated from her by only two layers of silk. Between her efforts to rid him of his shirt and his to rid her of her sanity, her head swam deliciously. "Darling man..." she breathed out on a decadently sensual sigh.
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Date: 2017-03-04 04:42 am (UTC)She said nothing of the sort, as his mouth on her skin promptly demanded her attention to far more pleasant matters--including the silk of his tie slipping through her fingers as she pulled it off, the warmth of his skin behind the buttons and cotton of his shirt, the strength of his body separated from her by only two layers of silk. Between her efforts to rid him of his shirt and his to rid her of her sanity, her head swam deliciously. "Darling man..." she breathed out on a decadently sensual sigh.