I'll have to give it a proper disposal. [ He gives the tie a look of faux solemn silence, as if he were honoring the memory of a dear friend. As the look dissipates, he sighs again, waiting for his heartbeat to slow and his breath to catch up with him. ]
I won't, will I?
[ His tone is amused again, as he glances over at her with a questioning look. Obviously saying 'next time' insinuates that she's interested in seeing him yet again, and he's curious as to just how much she wants to see him again. Maybe it's not as much as he assumes, or maybe it is– he'll just have to find out later. Though he has to admit that he more interesting part is how she's insinuating that during said next time, there would be restraints involved again. ]
Presumptuous of me to assume to that you're willing to provide?
Perhaps you can find a tiny ship and give it a viking funeral?
[Watching his faux, solemn response, LB's mirthful expression broadens until the unexpected amusement in his next remark sobers it a little, worried that perhaps she was a little too presumptuous with the suggestion. Perhaps she should be concerned that she wanted to be able to see him again after this, when she was doing pretty good in keeping herself distanced from everyone.
But when she thought about it, of all the men she slept with so far, Henry was the only one she slept because she really wanted to and not because of some kind of curiosity or experiment. Though she couldn't really just chalk it all up to that either – there was some part of her that wanted to know him better, though LB wasn't quite sure how to go about that yet or if she even should go about it.]
Well, assuming you do want to do – heheh – that again, it's the least I can do.
[Remembering something he said earlier, a smile returns to her lips.] Especially if you're going to buy me new lingerie sets.
[At least that part she's not worried about being presumptuous about, go figure.]
[ As he continues to look at her in wait for her reply, he entertains the idea some more. It's not that he doesn't enjoy repeat encounters, but for good reasons he does try to generally avoid them. Even if he wants to enjoy their company again, as it makes for an easier time adjusting to likes and dislikes in the sack, there's always a general unease. He bears himself a little bit each time, hitting a certain standard with each encounter, and one can only one-up themselves so often.
It rarely had anything to do with the partner at hand. He's never had someone be clingy or uncomfortable so far, so it's really all him. ]
Now that is a promise. As lovely as that shade of blue... [ The bra that'd been discarded to the floor catches his eye. ] ...is on you, there's no harm in changing the color palette a bit.
[ With his breathing starting to slow down, he shifts up onto his side propped up by his elbow. ]
If it wasn't, then it'd be a good cause for disappointment.
[LB follows his glance, raising her brows when she spots her bra on the floor in what she estimated to be his trajectory of vision. She was about to make a comment about how maybe it looked better on the floor, but the rest of the remark after that little pause pretty much killed that comment before it could even be formed.
However, it's at least a relief to her when he seems to accept her proposition. LB still isn't certain if he held much interest in her beyond the sex, but she supposed that would be fine if that were the case too. As it was now, even just casual sex with people was still a deeper connection than she had with anyone else anyway. She wanted to believe she was okay with that, but even if she knew she should distance herself, there was still some selfish part of her that didn't want to.]
If you're lucky, perhaps you'll eventually have all of the palettes in your phone gallery, hmm? Heeheehee...
[When would the next random lingerie selfie be? Who even knows, but she'd make damned sure it would be in an unexpected moment.
As Henry rolls to his side, LB withdraws her hand a little, placing the ruined tie between them as some sort of weird offering, if he still wanted that sad looking piece of silk.]
Just let me know if you find something that catches your eye?
[ It's honestly a damn shame. He could easily give people the deeper connection they craved without even considering the consequences- or he does, and is being incredibly cruel. Granted, he'd ultimately give himself that as well, but there are just some habits that are too hard to break. Distancing himself comes as second nature, an automatic response, and were he to act on his selfish desires? He'd let himself indulge in the warmth of someone's embrace. ]
Oh, you can count on that, love. [ He takes the end of the tie into his hand, more than happy to take it back to discard it for her. It'd be rude of him to leave any extra mess, however minimal it was, for her to deal with. ] I'm looking forward to having such an attractive collection of hues at my fingertips.
[ He lingers for a moment, looking down at his hand as he's just resting on his elbow. He slowly loops the tie around his hand, then looks back up at her. It's as if he wants to say something in parting, to announce that he's taking his leave in the smoothest way possible, but he opts for silence. He feels like he's already said enough as it is. So with a sigh, he swings his legs off the side of the bed and starts to pull up his pants which had been dropped onto the ground with his underwear, only putting together the bare minimum of his original outfit to be decent. Buttons of his shirt are done up just enough, though he at least tucks them into his pants, and drapes the hooded jacket over his arm.
There's a bit of a pause, still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at her.]
Edited (clothes are hard to keep track of) Date: 12/1/15 03:54 am (UTC)
[Well, if he didn't take it, she'd likely do some kind of cheeky thing like put it up on her wall as some sort of weird trophy. So. Perhaps it's better that Henry was willing to take it away. Watching him take the offering, she smiles pleasantly at his response, thinking of the ways she could surprise him in the future.
Noticing that he was starting to gather his clothes, LB bends over the mattress, gathering the lingerie set she was wearing before, slipping on the scant pieces of fabric as he's busy dressing himself. However, what really draws her attention is the way he seems to hesitate once he has a suitable amount of clothing on.]
Taking off? Haha? [There's some, small part of her that feels a little sad from it – unusual, when she's pretty eager to get other people out the door (but too polite to really do anything about it) – but with that thought, she totally understood it too.
After a small huff – almost a laugh – she scoots herself forward enough to gently grasp at his shoulders (certainly nothing that would suggest she was trying to hold him there or anything like that).]
I'm glad you came by. [Angling her head, she places a kiss near the corner of his lips. Though she wasn't 100% sure what she even wanted to do with... whatever this was, LB could at least be honest with the feelings she was certain of – this was the kind of pick-me-up she needed after spending hell in that prison.] I'll look forward to the next time we meet.
[ He turns at the sound of her voice, offering a small smile and a nod. As she scoots forward to lean against him, hands on his shoulders in what could also be interpreted as a slight embrace, he can't help but feel a some wistfulness himself. It almost feels too normal and right, it makes it too tempting to linger, and that sweet kiss against the corner of his mouth is surprisingly powerful than it has any right to be.
But if he's feeling any surprise or shock of sentiment from it, it doesn't show on his face as his body shifts from a deep breath he takes. ]
As am I.
[ He reaches up with the hand that isn't occupied by the jacket draped over his arm and brushes his thumb and forefinger at her chin gently in an almost strangely affectionate gesture. Satisfied with the way she helped transitioned this somewhat abrupt ending to their fun little tryst, he pushes himself up onto his feet. ]
You and me both. I'll [ -makes a brief texting motion with his hands- ] call.
[ Then before he can realize that he used the wrong hand motions for what he'd just said, he starts to heard towards the exit of the bedroom. ]
[There's a small, content sigh from her nose as Henry gently grasps her chin. Briefly, her eyes close as she savors the fleeting moment – it was something she'd have to fondly think back on later, whenever she'd inevitably wonder if she was capable of experiencing some kind of "normalcy" ever again.
While she's not as quick to rise to her feet, her expression is momentarily dumbfounded as she watches him say he's going to call her... when it seemed like he was making some kind of texting gesture? Ducking her head a little, her eyes narrow from amusement, genuinely giggling a little at the misplaced signal. Even if it was just a small mistake, it's something else that might cross her mind later, at random times, drawing a smile in response.
At the very least, she's not far behind him as she follows him to the door.]
Well, until then, I'll wait for your– [Her smile widens to something impish as she cheekily mimics the texting motion Henry just made, speaking along with it.] –"call".
[ Like LB, Henry will definitely recall some moments here fondly. He'd consider it an indulgence, of course, since he's more or less wondering if he deserves normalcy at all.
He turns just in time to avoid her amused stare, the giggling behind him giving him slight pause as he brings a hand up to the back of his neck. He rubs it sheepishly, exiting, noting that she is on his heels as well. Hand still at his neck, he reaches the door then turns when she speaks up, the look on his face pretty much matching what one would expect of a person caught being silly.
As she mimics the little hand motions, he stifles a laugh in his throat and drops his hand with a grin. ]
Right, have a field day with that one, then. [ Turning the knob, he leaves the door ajar as he pulls his jacket on, bringing the hood over his head. ] Bye.
[It was something LB also felt she didn't deserve and honestly? She'd probably never be fully content if she could go back to a completely normal life, but sometimes there was that desire for contentment that she couldn't distance herself from. Perhaps "indulgence" was a good term for it.
Her expression cools to a milder smile as Henry turns to the door, making sure to note to only bring it up every now and then – too much would be tacky.] I will, haha. Don't you worry about that much.
[And with that, she stands by, waiting for him to leave to properly shut the door. Even if she did intend to watch him until he was out of her sight.]
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Date: 11/27/15 09:27 pm (UTC)I won't, will I?
[ His tone is amused again, as he glances over at her with a questioning look. Obviously saying 'next time' insinuates that she's interested in seeing him yet again, and he's curious as to just how much she wants to see him again. Maybe it's not as much as he assumes, or maybe it is– he'll just have to find out later. Though he has to admit that he more interesting part is how she's insinuating that during said next time, there would be restraints involved again. ]
Presumptuous of me to assume to that you're willing to provide?
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Date: 11/28/15 02:08 am (UTC)[Watching his faux, solemn response, LB's mirthful expression broadens until the unexpected amusement in his next remark sobers it a little, worried that perhaps she was a little too presumptuous with the suggestion. Perhaps she should be concerned that she wanted to be able to see him again after this, when she was doing pretty good in keeping herself distanced from everyone.
But when she thought about it, of all the men she slept with so far, Henry was the only one she slept because she really wanted to and not because of some kind of curiosity or experiment. Though she couldn't really just chalk it all up to that either – there was some part of her that wanted to know him better, though LB wasn't quite sure how to go about that yet or if she even should go about it.]
Well, assuming you do want to do – heheh – that again, it's the least I can do.
[Remembering something he said earlier, a smile returns to her lips.] Especially if you're going to buy me new lingerie sets.
[At least that part she's not worried about being presumptuous about, go figure.]
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Date: 11/28/15 07:50 pm (UTC)[ As he continues to look at her in wait for her reply, he entertains the idea some more. It's not that he doesn't enjoy repeat encounters, but for good reasons he does try to generally avoid them. Even if he wants to enjoy their company again, as it makes for an easier time adjusting to likes and dislikes in the sack, there's always a general unease. He bears himself a little bit each time, hitting a certain standard with each encounter, and one can only one-up themselves so often.
It rarely had anything to do with the partner at hand. He's never had someone be clingy or uncomfortable so far, so it's really all him. ]
Now that is a promise. As lovely as that shade of blue... [ The bra that'd been discarded to the floor catches his eye. ] ...is on you, there's no harm in changing the color palette a bit.
[ With his breathing starting to slow down, he shifts up onto his side propped up by his elbow. ]
It'll be adequate incentive.
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Date: 11/28/15 11:17 pm (UTC)[LB follows his glance, raising her brows when she spots her bra on the floor in what she estimated to be his trajectory of vision. She was about to make a comment about how maybe it looked better on the floor, but the rest of the remark after that little pause pretty much killed that comment before it could even be formed.
However, it's at least a relief to her when he seems to accept her proposition. LB still isn't certain if he held much interest in her beyond the sex, but she supposed that would be fine if that were the case too. As it was now, even just casual sex with people was still a deeper connection than she had with anyone else anyway. She wanted to believe she was okay with that, but even if she knew she should distance herself, there was still some selfish part of her that didn't want to.]
If you're lucky, perhaps you'll eventually have all of the palettes in your phone gallery, hmm? Heeheehee...
[When would the next random lingerie selfie be? Who even knows, but she'd make damned sure it would be in an unexpected moment.
As Henry rolls to his side, LB withdraws her hand a little, placing the ruined tie between them as some sort of weird offering, if he still wanted that sad looking piece of silk.]
Just let me know if you find something that catches your eye?
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Date: 12/1/15 03:32 am (UTC)Oh, you can count on that, love. [ He takes the end of the tie into his hand, more than happy to take it back to discard it for her. It'd be rude of him to leave a
ny extramess, however minimal it was, for her to deal with. ] I'm looking forward to having such an attractive collection of hues at my fingertips.[ He lingers for a moment, looking down at his hand as he's just resting on his elbow. He slowly loops the tie around his hand, then looks back up at her. It's as if he wants to say something in parting, to announce that he's taking his leave in the smoothest way possible, but he opts for silence. He feels like he's already said enough as it is. So with a sigh, he swings his legs off the side of the bed and starts to pull up his pants which had been dropped onto the ground with his underwear, only putting together the bare minimum of his original outfit to be decent. Buttons of his shirt are done up just enough, though he at least tucks them into his pants, and drapes the hooded jacket over his arm.
There's a bit of a pause, still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder at her.]
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Date: 12/1/15 03:59 am (UTC)Noticing that he was starting to gather his clothes, LB bends over the mattress, gathering the lingerie set she was wearing before, slipping on the scant pieces of fabric as he's busy dressing himself. However, what really draws her attention is the way he seems to hesitate once he has a suitable amount of clothing on.]
Taking off? Haha? [There's some, small part of her that feels a little sad from it – unusual, when she's pretty eager to get other people out the door (but too polite to really do anything about it) – but with that thought, she totally understood it too.
After a small huff – almost a laugh – she scoots herself forward enough to gently grasp at his shoulders (certainly nothing that would suggest she was trying to hold him there or anything like that).]
I'm glad you came by. [Angling her head, she places a kiss near the corner of his lips. Though she wasn't 100% sure what she even wanted to do with... whatever this was, LB could at least be honest with the feelings she was certain of – this was the kind of pick-me-up she needed after spending hell in that prison.] I'll look forward to the next time we meet.
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Date: 12/2/15 06:11 am (UTC)But if he's feeling any surprise or shock of sentiment from it, it doesn't show on his face as his body shifts from a deep breath he takes. ]
As am I.
[ He reaches up with the hand that isn't occupied by the jacket draped over his arm and brushes his thumb and forefinger at her chin gently in an almost strangely affectionate gesture. Satisfied with the way she helped transitioned this somewhat abrupt ending to their fun little tryst, he pushes himself up onto his feet. ]
You and me both. I'll [ -makes a brief texting motion with his hands- ] call.
[ Then before he can realize that he used the wrong hand motions for what he'd just said, he starts to heard towards the exit of the bedroom. ]
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Date: 12/2/15 10:41 pm (UTC)While she's not as quick to rise to her feet, her expression is momentarily dumbfounded as she watches him say he's going to call her... when it seemed like he was making some kind of texting gesture? Ducking her head a little, her eyes narrow from amusement, genuinely giggling a little at the misplaced signal. Even if it was just a small mistake, it's something else that might cross her mind later, at random times, drawing a smile in response.
At the very least, she's not far behind him as she follows him to the door.]
Well, until then, I'll wait for your– [Her smile widens to something impish as she cheekily mimics the texting motion Henry just made, speaking along with it.] –"call".
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Date: 12/3/15 08:07 am (UTC)He turns just in time to avoid her amused stare, the giggling behind him giving him slight pause as he brings a hand up to the back of his neck. He rubs it sheepishly, exiting, noting that she is on his heels as well. Hand still at his neck, he reaches the door then turns when she speaks up, the look on his face pretty much matching what one would expect of a person caught being silly.
As she mimics the little hand motions, he stifles a laugh in his throat and drops his hand with a grin. ]
Right, have a field day with that one, then. [ Turning the knob, he leaves the door ajar as he pulls his jacket on, bringing the hood over his head. ] Bye.
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Date: 12/3/15 09:20 am (UTC)Her expression cools to a milder smile as Henry turns to the door, making sure to note to only bring it up every now and then – too much would be tacky.] I will, haha. Don't you worry about that much.
[And with that, she stands by, waiting for him to leave to properly shut the door. Even if she did intend to watch him until he was out of her sight.]
See you around, lover.