Date: 2024-02-12 05:04 pm (UTC)
philancer: (081)
From: [personal profile] philancer
Since I can’t reach anyone else at the moment, I’ll have to keep them to myself, won’t I?

[ Knowing it’s the exact opposite of what Claude meant with that order, he very deliberately leans back on one hand, spreads his legs, and lets his other hand start unbuttoning his pants.

But his eyes never leave the show they’re giving him. Watching the movement of Claude’s hand over Hilda’s dress, the way her body responds to it - because yeah that dress leaves very little to the imagination and he can see the way her nipples are puckering from here.

And then the fabric is slipping down the lithe lines of her body to pool at her feet and he realizes she really did have nothing on beneath it. His breath hitches with a soft curse as he watches Claude cup her breasts now, playing, and lets his eyes rake over every exposed inch of her with a hungry gaze. ]


Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Hilda.
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