day 157 revisited
Juliet holds up the thin, pink lingerie with the yellow trim and immediately wonders what the hell she was thinking when she placed her order. In all honesty, she’d forgotten about it, but now that the garment is here, she can’t imagine herself actually wearing it. She doesn’t even know what the point of lingerie is when it winds up on the floor anyway. Still, as she changes for bed in the bathroom, she slips it on, because she paid for it, she has to wear it at least once.
Walking out of the bathroom, she goes back to the bedroom where James is reading, but doesn’t make a show out of necessarily trying to model for him. She figures if he likes it he’ll say so. When he finally does look up from his book, he lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, Blondie,” he says, book forgotten as he puts it back on the nightstand. James looks her up and down, lingering on her legs. “Damn.”
“I take it you like it,” she smirks as she moves to the side of the bed. His fingers reach out to trail across her thigh gently.
“Yeah. I like it. This is the one I said I liked in that catalog, ain’t it?”
She nods and moves onto the bed, climbing over him to her side. “I figured…what the hell. Why not buy it?”
Reaching over, he kisses her softly, his fingers tangling in her hair for a second before pulling back a little to look at her. “Think I also remember sayin’ you didn’t have to wear anythin’ like this just for me.”
“Admit it though, you love it.”
He smirks. “I never said you didn’t look good. But it ain’t this that does it for me. It’s you in it.”
Juliet knows that he doesn’t consider himself profound with words, and that he probably has no idea how good it feels to know he feels that way. Especially after Edmund flaunted the prettier, curvier girls right in front of her. Going still, she watches as James leans over, and slowly, the straps of the lingerie come down her shoulders. “I love you,” she says quietly, her eyes on his when he looks up at her.
Smiling so that his dimples show, he pulls her over him, hands sliding up her thighs as he looks right back at her. “Love you, too.”
Walking out of the bathroom, she goes back to the bedroom where James is reading, but doesn’t make a show out of necessarily trying to model for him. She figures if he likes it he’ll say so. When he finally does look up from his book, he lets out a low whistle.
“Damn, Blondie,” he says, book forgotten as he puts it back on the nightstand. James looks her up and down, lingering on her legs. “Damn.”
“I take it you like it,” she smirks as she moves to the side of the bed. His fingers reach out to trail across her thigh gently.
“Yeah. I like it. This is the one I said I liked in that catalog, ain’t it?”
She nods and moves onto the bed, climbing over him to her side. “I figured…what the hell. Why not buy it?”
Reaching over, he kisses her softly, his fingers tangling in her hair for a second before pulling back a little to look at her. “Think I also remember sayin’ you didn’t have to wear anythin’ like this just for me.”
“Admit it though, you love it.”
He smirks. “I never said you didn’t look good. But it ain’t this that does it for me. It’s you in it.”
Juliet knows that he doesn’t consider himself profound with words, and that he probably has no idea how good it feels to know he feels that way. Especially after Edmund flaunted the prettier, curvier girls right in front of her. Going still, she watches as James leans over, and slowly, the straps of the lingerie come down her shoulders. “I love you,” she says quietly, her eyes on his when he looks up at her.
Smiling so that his dimples show, he pulls her over him, hands sliding up her thighs as he looks right back at her. “Love you, too.”