It's obvious to L that Misa is teasing him by taking her dress off at such a deliberate pace. When it hits the floor, he pulls her close again, then rolls her so that she's straddling him.
At first, he leans back on his elbows, staring up at her, memorizing the details. She's wearing a black satin bra and matching knickers, both covered in black ruffles with red ribbon trim and bows. The knickers lace up on each side, but the ribbon he has already untied trails down her leg. Disarray is more tempting than perfection; it makes him want to unlace the panties further, but as he lifts the end of the ribbon between his fingertips, he changes his mind and lets it fall back against her thigh.
He curves his spine to bring his face closer to her, then wraps his arms around her waist and presses his lips to her abdomen, then higher, then higher again. The tumbled ends of her pale hair are brushing against his forehead. His breathing is regular, and when he reaches the bow at the center of the bra, he stops, then inhales a few times, turning his head to the side and nestling against her. He is certain, beyond doubt, that the bow is the source of the strawberry scent.
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Date: 2010-08-27 06:21 am (UTC)From:At first, he leans back on his elbows, staring up at her, memorizing the details. She's wearing a black satin bra and matching knickers, both covered in black ruffles with red ribbon trim and bows. The knickers lace up on each side, but the ribbon he has already untied trails down her leg. Disarray is more tempting than perfection; it makes him want to unlace the panties further, but as he lifts the end of the ribbon between his fingertips, he changes his mind and lets it fall back against her thigh.
He curves his spine to bring his face closer to her, then wraps his arms around her waist and presses his lips to her abdomen, then higher, then higher again. The tumbled ends of her pale hair are brushing against his forehead. His breathing is regular, and when he reaches the bow at the center of the bra, he stops, then inhales a few times, turning his head to the side and nestling against her. He is certain, beyond doubt, that the bow is the source of the strawberry scent.
"Found it."
He sounds pleased with himself.