"That is very true," he agrees equanimously, smiling down at her. "You are a terrible influence on me."
He doesn't really sound very much like he cares, though.
Finally, once he has pulled the silk of her nightgown fully off of her and has dropped it carelessly off to the side somewhere, he can sit back on his heels and look at her properly. During his studies, Benedict has learned to view the human body with a sense of clinical detachment. In fact, at one point during his schooling, he had spent a memorable lesson learning anatomy on a cadaver, using the body of a deceased tradeswoman from a lower habble. It had been...strange. She had smelled lifeless, and like the chemicals used to preserve her. Touching her body had been unnerving.
Now, as he sets one broad palm on the gentle sloping plane of Ninon's belly, the only feeling he can hold on to is wonderment and fascination.
"You are so beautiful," he breathes, with the sound of a confessional, letting his eyes trace her body in its entirety, from the elegant slope of her shoulders down to the full weight of her breasts, the dip of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips, the blond curls nestled at the apex of her long, shapely thighs.
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Date: 2018-12-12 08:25 pm (UTC)He doesn't really sound very much like he cares, though.
Finally, once he has pulled the silk of her nightgown fully off of her and has dropped it carelessly off to the side somewhere, he can sit back on his heels and look at her properly. During his studies, Benedict has learned to view the human body with a sense of clinical detachment. In fact, at one point during his schooling, he had spent a memorable lesson learning anatomy on a cadaver, using the body of a deceased tradeswoman from a lower habble. It had been...strange. She had smelled lifeless, and like the chemicals used to preserve her. Touching her body had been unnerving.
Now, as he sets one broad palm on the gentle sloping plane of Ninon's belly, the only feeling he can hold on to is wonderment and fascination.
"You are so beautiful," he breathes, with the sound of a confessional, letting his eyes trace her body in its entirety, from the elegant slope of her shoulders down to the full weight of her breasts, the dip of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips, the blond curls nestled at the apex of her long, shapely thighs.