RP: Morning in Paris
Date: 18 August 2005
Characters: Caradoc Dearborn, Irma Pince
Location: Paris, France
Status: Very Private
Summary: Irma and Caradoc start their day in Paris.
Completion: Complete
Caradoc kissed the freckled shoulder in front of him and reluctantly loosened his grip on his bedmate to take care of the alarm clock and give her an opportunity to move. He hoped Irma wasn't angry about his tendency to restrain his partner against him as he slept. His wife had often teased him that it was a very good thing he married a woman who liked being held down and tied up or else he'd have a divorce on his hands. Caradoc tried reminding himself not to hold too tight last night as he pressed his chest against Irma's back and curled his arm around her gently as they fell asleep, but fat lot of good it did. By morning, he had Irma pinned to him. He'd try sleeping on his back tonight. He liked to spoon, but he was less grabby when he slept on his back.
It was so tempting to replay those parts of last night that had her making those lovely moans for him, especially when she looked like she did, all mussed up, temptingly naked, and so very sexy with those freckles just begging to be kissed. As Irma shifted and turned toward him, he smiled and drew a finger along her delicate collar bone. "Good morning, Irma. How do you feel?"
Characters: Caradoc Dearborn, Irma Pince
Location: Paris, France
Status: Very Private
Summary: Irma and Caradoc start their day in Paris.
Completion: Complete
Caradoc kissed the freckled shoulder in front of him and reluctantly loosened his grip on his bedmate to take care of the alarm clock and give her an opportunity to move. He hoped Irma wasn't angry about his tendency to restrain his partner against him as he slept. His wife had often teased him that it was a very good thing he married a woman who liked being held down and tied up or else he'd have a divorce on his hands. Caradoc tried reminding himself not to hold too tight last night as he pressed his chest against Irma's back and curled his arm around her gently as they fell asleep, but fat lot of good it did. By morning, he had Irma pinned to him. He'd try sleeping on his back tonight. He liked to spoon, but he was less grabby when he slept on his back.
It was so tempting to replay those parts of last night that had her making those lovely moans for him, especially when she looked like she did, all mussed up, temptingly naked, and so very sexy with those freckles just begging to be kissed. As Irma shifted and turned toward him, he smiled and drew a finger along her delicate collar bone. "Good morning, Irma. How do you feel?"