There wasn't any judgement in how Mae looked at him (he never actually expected there to be), but there was judgement within himself, and that made him aware of him. She met his eyes with her own beautiful ones, and while his were a fine, clear blue and his hair that complimentary strawberry-blonde that was so rare among humans; and even his face on the whole wasn't terribly unpleasant, he still had self-depreciation ringing in his head. That's what led him to reach up and undo his tie even as he leaned down to kiss her again. Smaller, shallow ones.
He pulled his tie free of his vest and withdrew enough to drape it loosely over her eyes. He didn't tie it, just left it there. Perhaps it wasn't fair that he wanted to look at her even as he didn't want her to look at him, but he was going to try and make up for it.
Visscher leaned back on his haunches, pulled away the corset to have a look at her bare body. It was one thing to know that someone was gorgeous, or to see them nude. But to have her laying in front of him, for him to touch however he wanted to touch? As he stared he traced his index finger down her front, between her breasts, mapping the shallow dips of her abdomen, circling her navel.
He couldn't decide whether she was impossible or perfectly natural.
Hooking his thumbs in her skirts, he started to pull those down over her hips. Offering to take his clothes off? No. But he didn't need to for what he was going to do. "Thank you for letting me do this." Wait, that wasn't the right thing to say. He was supposed to tell her that she was beautiful, but it didn't happen like it was supposed to.
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Date: 2013-10-18 05:59 am (UTC)He pulled his tie free of his vest and withdrew enough to drape it loosely over her eyes. He didn't tie it, just left it there. Perhaps it wasn't fair that he wanted to look at her even as he didn't want her to look at him, but he was going to try and make up for it.
Visscher leaned back on his haunches, pulled away the corset to have a look at her bare body. It was one thing to know that someone was gorgeous, or to see them nude. But to have her laying in front of him, for him to touch however he wanted to touch? As he stared he traced his index finger down her front, between her breasts, mapping the shallow dips of her abdomen, circling her navel.
He couldn't decide whether she was impossible or perfectly natural.
Hooking his thumbs in her skirts, he started to pull those down over her hips. Offering to take his clothes off? No. But he didn't need to for what he was going to do. "Thank you for letting me do this." Wait, that wasn't the right thing to say. He was supposed to tell her that she was beautiful, but it didn't happen like it was supposed to.