[Closing the book before dropping it on the table by the armchair in the parlor, Stephen straights up from the door frame and walks over to Irene, closing the distance between them as an eyebrow raises in amusement:]
Confident, aren't you?
[He asks, his hands reaching for the ties around her waist. They pause there before pulling to undo the knot, waiting for her implicit permission to do so.]
I have no reason to not be confident, you're here aren't you?
[He had arrived early and everything. She gives a slight nod when his hands reach the belt, she didn't buy new lingerie for it not to be seen.
The bra and knickers are fine French lace, showing teasing hints of pale skin between the spaces of the lacework. Irene has never had any reason to be shy.]
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Confident, aren't you?
[He asks, his hands reaching for the ties around her waist. They pause there before pulling to undo the knot, waiting for her implicit permission to do so.]
no subject
[He had arrived early and everything. She gives a slight nod when his hands reach the belt, she didn't buy new lingerie for it not to be seen.
The bra and knickers are fine French lace, showing teasing hints of pale skin between the spaces of the lacework. Irene has never had any reason to be shy.]