It is not a look she has often seen, that open desire; and where she has seen it before, it has been unwanted and the weight of it has made her skin crawl. In this moment, on the face of her wife, she finds she is hungry for it. It thrills her, to be looked at with such naked want. She has always known herself to be fair, but she knows it in a new way, seeing how Mercutio's eyes both dance and darken.
Then again, it is not only the look that thrills her. Mercutio's hands are warm and rough and gentle, and they roam without any thought of modesty, just as she would have expected. She lets out a soft moue, pressing forward into the hand on her breast, and her breath catches again as that movement shifts her against the lower touch. For a moment, she lets her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the intensity of touch more deeply.
When she opens them, they are less grey than black. She lets out a long, uneven breath, and her hands go to Mercutio's doublet, seeking out fastenings.
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Date: 2025-06-16 01:17 am (UTC)Then again, it is not only the look that thrills her. Mercutio's hands are warm and rough and gentle, and they roam without any thought of modesty, just as she would have expected. She lets out a soft moue, pressing forward into the hand on her breast, and her breath catches again as that movement shifts her against the lower touch. For a moment, she lets her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the intensity of touch more deeply.
When she opens them, they are less grey than black. She lets out a long, uneven breath, and her hands go to Mercutio's doublet, seeking out fastenings.