Is it inappropriate when they are both consenting adults? Thomas is no longer a child, has not been for over a century. Experience he possesses; one life already lived. This dance is unnecessary. Shouldnโt they be able to delve into their desires, +
Well no one ever said Rebecca made good choices. If her life style and people she associates with werenโt enough of an indication of that. She loves makes bad choices โฆ they always end up being so rewarding. Thomas observes her, eyes train go her leg, her movement and ++
ways than one.โ A shrewd gaze does not stray, remaining even as Rebecca leans forth in search of her drink and he cannot help but admire a slender physique that is marvellously curves. He wants to touch, desperately. Gods. What heโd willingly give away just to +
It's hard not to notice when they are often grasped within her claws. Hmm. He said claws. Does she purposely sharpen them or does the shape just call. Thomas strips himself of his shirt and enters cool waters. "You're welcome." Ah. Sweet and him aren't as friendly as she thinks.
Shutting the door invites an entirely different atmosphere, sneaking slowly but knowingly in. They knew that this would happen and still choose to insulate themselves from wandering eyes. Isolation brings tension, a delightful kind. The type that brings hazardous balance, +
Alone, door closed โฆ thereโs a shift in the air. Slowly, gradually the tension builds. Like it isnโt just a simple matter of teasing words. Rebecca observes Thomas as Thomas observes her. One leg of stretches slightly, foot rotating at the ankle slowly. ยป
process it. If he doesnโt control himself, his thoughts will project and not just in the physical sense. Those big browns are shrewd, consuming as they drive across her visage in awe that he surprisingly manages to keep under control. โI donโt mind biting. It keeps +
Thereโs an incessant impulse that drives at the back of his mind, desperately trying to goad Thomas into action. And breathed gratitude, even if innocent, certainly doesnโt ease the battle. Heโs plagued with visions, all containing the woman before him naked and breathless, +
He was the perfect mixtures, she supposed. Sweet and soft but capable of being so unpredictable, so naughty. It added to the whole vibe. Because somehow, she cannot explain why, this felt forbidden. Perhaps because sheโs she was so close to the family. Perhaps because ++
Rebecca doing even the simplest of tasks is worldโchanging. Whatever it is about her, itโs got him completely enthralled. His own beverage is forgotten, lost in his observation. Thomasโ hand slips underneath his shirt, scratching at his +
Surprises are something he hoards, holds onto until the perfect moment. Thomas holds his cards close to his chest, never giving himself away entirely. Thatโs been him since a youthful boy. Soft and sweet he is, though that isnโt all. Giving them all away loses the curiosity. +
Rebecca laughs at his words, a glint upon her eyes. โAh yes but do you know what satisfaction did to the cat?โ She easily replies, taking her glasses off entirely and resting a temple tio against her plush bottom lip. Oh heโs full of surprises today, isnโt he? ++
her scent floods him, gloriously sweet. โOnly for you.โ Thomas opens the door, his Mother and Grandmother ensuring that heโs just as much as a gentleman as his Grandfather. Her touch causes hair to stand at attention, skin to burn and crackle with electricity. Said beer is +