I'm hoping you will see there's something good in me
[Locked to elegantinmind. NSFW.]
[She's been quiet for most of the day now, working through the contacts they both have, trying to gather whatever intel they can find. It's gone seven in the evening when she finally lays down her pen, looks over at Arthur still hunched over his laptop. Usually this sight would make her tease, taunt, but now it's met with fond exasperation, a kind of softness towards him that she's not sure she should have.
By the time she's showered and changed, put her new plan into place, the sun is setting and an evening breeze is drifting through the balcony window. Arthur's too absorbed to notice her while she pads through the hotel on her heels, turning on lights and setting them down low.
He should, however, notice the very slender hand leaning over him to push the screen of his laptop down and press a glass of whiskey at him. She's warm against his back for a moment, breathing soft against his ear, bringing with her the smell of soap and her vanilla shampoo.]
I think that's enough work for today, don't you darling?
[It's then that she steps into his line of vision, smiling softly. If she's nervous about being this for him, it's not obvious.]
I've rang room service.
[She's been quiet for most of the day now, working through the contacts they both have, trying to gather whatever intel they can find. It's gone seven in the evening when she finally lays down her pen, looks over at Arthur still hunched over his laptop. Usually this sight would make her tease, taunt, but now it's met with fond exasperation, a kind of softness towards him that she's not sure she should have.
By the time she's showered and changed, put her new plan into place, the sun is setting and an evening breeze is drifting through the balcony window. Arthur's too absorbed to notice her while she pads through the hotel on her heels, turning on lights and setting them down low.
He should, however, notice the very slender hand leaning over him to push the screen of his laptop down and press a glass of whiskey at him. She's warm against his back for a moment, breathing soft against his ear, bringing with her the smell of soap and her vanilla shampoo.]
I think that's enough work for today, don't you darling?
[It's then that she steps into his line of vision, smiling softly. If she's nervous about being this for him, it's not obvious.]
I've rang room service.