[ how nice it had been to get lost in this, even for a little while, the way she often made attempts back in midgar to find nights where she can dress up and just go out on the town, enjoying drinks not served by her own hands and to delight in some shared admirable company. it'd always been the kind of thing that often became sidelined when life simply got in the way, when she'd get those reminders that living in the slums usually meant little chances for nice dresses and classy evenings.
when sanji mutters that swear, with those soft stormy eyes focused in on her, she can feel herself begin to freeze up, shoulders tense as she wonders if he could possibly see right through her or if that slight hitch of breath had somehow given herself entirely away, as if that fleeting rush of heat had written its confession all over her face.
close enough, it seems, as he draws attention to that mark behind her ear that can sometimes be forgettable with the way she doesn't often see it unless she catches it with a turn of her head in front of a mirror. but then his hand seeks out to study it, another instance of skin finding skin, and she could swear there's a power in those fingertips, in how they cast a shudder along that patch of skin between ear and hair to the stretch of her spine, all from the sensitivity over that secondary light touch.
it can't be happening again, can it? not here, like this. her memory draws on the temptations that had surfaced when she had first stepped into the omegadome, the cravings that made her act so irrationally, so hungry for touch. though it doesn't shout so loudly through her body as it did then, she can feel the swirl of penetrating fantasy, the kind that wonders how those fingers would feel on other places of her skin. ]
Sanji ... [ she whispers, with another sharpness of drawn breath, stronger now that she's well aware of the full attention he's giving her, his attentive eyes only adding to the subtle presence of curious urges, before she manages to at least shake her head at his question. ] They, um β when I first got here, they said I was approved for some kind of special privilege to get me started. Something about full mark activation, but nothing was happening, so β [ she finally manages to turn her eyes towards him, a swirl of crimson that nearly mirrors the color of that diamond drawn on her skin, realization sinking heavy in her belly, heart beginning to pound a bit harder now. ] It's happening, isn't it? The kinds of things you warned about.
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when sanji mutters that swear, with those soft stormy eyes focused in on her, she can feel herself begin to freeze up, shoulders tense as she wonders if he could possibly see right through her or if that slight hitch of breath had somehow given herself entirely away, as if that fleeting rush of heat had written its confession all over her face.
close enough, it seems, as he draws attention to that mark behind her ear that can sometimes be forgettable with the way she doesn't often see it unless she catches it with a turn of her head in front of a mirror. but then his hand seeks out to study it, another instance of skin finding skin, and she could swear there's a power in those fingertips, in how they cast a shudder along that patch of skin between ear and hair to the stretch of her spine, all from the sensitivity over that secondary light touch.
it can't be happening again, can it? not here, like this. her memory draws on the temptations that had surfaced when she had first stepped into the omegadome, the cravings that made her act so irrationally, so hungry for touch. though it doesn't shout so loudly through her body as it did then, she can feel the swirl of penetrating fantasy, the kind that wonders how those fingers would feel on other places of her skin. ]
Sanji ... [ she whispers, with another sharpness of drawn breath, stronger now that she's well aware of the full attention he's giving her, his attentive eyes only adding to the subtle presence of curious urges, before she manages to at least shake her head at his question. ] They, um β when I first got here, they said I was approved for some kind of special privilege to get me started. Something about full mark activation, but nothing was happening, so β [ she finally manages to turn her eyes towards him, a swirl of crimson that nearly mirrors the color of that diamond drawn on her skin, realization sinking heavy in her belly, heart beginning to pound a bit harder now. ] It's happening, isn't it? The kinds of things you warned about.