Inara had had the girl minding the door to Lady Sally's call for a driver to take her to Susan's home. The girl could scarecly keep her mind focused onwhat she was doing for Inara looked stunning. Moreso than anyone had ever seen her since she arrived, and that was saying something
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Susan debated over what she would wear for far longer than should have been necessary. On the one hand - they're not going out. There's little point dressing up if they don't plan on leaving the house, and she doesn't want Inara to think she's trying too hard.
On the other hand, there's an impression to be made when Inara opens the door, and if Susan looks casual it might imply that she wasn't taking this particularly seriously, or that she hadn't been anticipating it with every breath in her body.
Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that Susan can't imagine Inara looking anything but spectacular. She hadn't been going clubbing the night they met, she'd just been out for a walk, and if that's how she looks ordinarily... Susan could be justified in putting a fair amount of effort into her appearance.
Her own dress is also red, an Elie Saab creation with a shockingly low neckline, the halter-neck style skirting just above her nipples. Last time they'd met there was hardly any skin for Inara's fingers to ghost over, and she doesn't
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Susan looks ravishing in red with her pale skin and raven locks. Inara can scarcely take her eyes off of the vision standing before her.
She let's Susan take one of the bags, the one held close to her with the candels in it, and she feels he young womans fingers brush her bare shoulder ever so lightly. The touch sends every hair on Inara's body on end.
PArt of Inara wants to drop the bottle of rice wine and rip off that exquisite chiffin creation and ravage the pale skin just underneath it. But Inara also knows, that women are different from men in the simple fact that desire begins in the mind and that women are seduced not by mere physicality but from mental stimulation more than anything.
She leans in and plants a butterfly soft kiss on Suan's cheek in greeting.
"Susan," she begings, crossing the threshold into Susan's small, but gorgeous apartment. "You look delicious."
The fact that it was on the cheek was less expected, and part of Susan wants to cry out in protest, wants to...
By the Lion's Mane...
Inara's walked past Susan, displaying the perfect, golden curve of a very, very bare back, and the shining red fabric that covers what can only be described as a heart-shaped bottom. Susan didn't think women's asses were ever actually heart-shaped. A trick of the poets, but not like this not in real life
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On the other hand, there's an impression to be made when Inara opens the door, and if Susan looks casual it might imply that she wasn't taking this particularly seriously, or that she hadn't been anticipating it with every breath in her body.
Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that Susan can't imagine Inara looking anything but spectacular. She hadn't been going clubbing the night they met, she'd just been out for a walk, and if that's how she looks ordinarily... Susan could be justified in putting a fair amount of effort into her appearance.
Her own dress is also red, an Elie Saab creation with a shockingly low neckline, the halter-neck style skirting just above her nipples. Last time they'd met there was hardly any skin for Inara's fingers to ghost over, and she doesn't ( ... )
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She let's Susan take one of the bags, the one held close to her with the candels in it, and she feels he young womans fingers brush her bare shoulder ever so lightly. The touch sends every hair on Inara's body on end.
PArt of Inara wants to drop the bottle of rice wine and rip off that exquisite chiffin creation and ravage the pale skin just underneath it. But Inara also knows, that women are different from men in the simple fact that desire begins in the mind and that women are seduced not by mere physicality but from mental stimulation more than anything.
She leans in and plants a butterfly soft kiss on Suan's cheek in greeting.
"Susan," she begings, crossing the threshold into Susan's small, but gorgeous apartment. "You look delicious."
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That part was expected.
The fact that it was on the cheek was less expected, and part of Susan wants to cry out in protest, wants to...
By the Lion's Mane...
Inara's walked past Susan, displaying the perfect, golden curve of a very, very bare back, and the shining red fabric that covers what can only be described as a heart-shaped bottom. Susan didn't think women's asses were ever actually heart-shaped. A trick of the poets, but not like this not in real life ( ... )
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