mahalakshmi: (• the angel's singing sweet)
•maharani ([personal profile] mahalakshmi) wrote 2018-06-20 11:51 am (UTC)

The universe, as it turned out, was a cruel and unforgiving mistress.

Because she pushes him back, leaning over and into him, encouraging him onto his back as she begins to pull at her clothes. Giddy, almost. This is - utterly below them both. To be rolling around on the floor like a pair of silly teenagers. Her clothes beginning to slip, unravelling between them and soon, he'd have plenty of skin to touch. Enough to make her shiver in anticipation against him.

Down, down, down. Until her chest is pressing into his, her hands beginning to reach for his clothes in turn.

"Rani! Are you there? We are looking for the Admiral, someone said he came this way."

The loud knock on the door jerks her all the way up again. Immediately yanking for her clothes with a string of words that were anything but pleasant and more a panicked frustration. Her arm curling over her chest and she went to unravel herself from him. "A moment!" Shit.

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