Victoire slides her hand from inside Teddy's sweaty palms and turns to stand next to him, biting her lip. She leans against the tree trunk, and inhales the warm spring air deeply. Beside her, Teddy rolls his eyes.
"I don't know why it has to be a secret." His hands are already reaching up her robes once more.
"You know my father," she says, and without glancing down, puts a staying grip on his exploring fingers. "You know my mother."
His fingers move to stroke her stomach, held back by a firm hold, but he is near enough to her flesh that his fingernails gently scratch.
She tries to ignore it and after a moment, lets go of his hand and allows him to move upwards and allows his entire body to move in front of hers and push her lightly into the tree trunk; the bark scratches her back and Teddy lets out a slight growl.
"You know your grandmother," is all she can say in protest. "You know -- oh ..."
"Nobody cares," he says, his breath hot in her ear. "Why should you?"
Her silver eyes fixed firmly to the whispering leaves above them, she closes her eyes and whispers back, "It's just more romantic that way."
Victoire slides her hand from inside Teddy's sweaty palms and turns to stand next to him, biting her lip. She leans against the tree trunk, and inhales the warm spring air deeply. Beside her, Teddy rolls his eyes.
"I don't know why it has to be a secret." His hands are already reaching up her robes once more.
"You know my father," she says, and without glancing down, puts a staying grip on his exploring fingers. "You know my mother."
His fingers move to stroke her stomach, held back by a firm hold, but he is near enough to her flesh that his fingernails gently scratch.
She tries to ignore it and after a moment, lets go of his hand and allows him to move upwards and allows his entire body to move in front of hers and push her lightly into the tree trunk; the bark scratches her back and Teddy lets out a slight growl.
"You know your grandmother," is all she can say in protest. "You know -- oh ..."
"Nobody cares," he says, his breath hot in her ear. "Why should you?"
Her silver eyes fixed firmly to the whispering leaves above them, she closes her eyes and whispers back, "It's just more romantic that way."
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