If Benedict ever had everything going his way, he would get to see her outside of rushed, secret moments like this. He would peel her out of her stiff finery, would pluck all the pins out of her hair, would see her with her creams and powders wiped away, just a woman in nothing but her skin and no chemicals to pollute his nose as he got near.
It is an idle fantasy, one he knows he will never see fulfilled, but it is one he holds nonetheless. He cannot help himself.
The scent of her sweat on her skin is real in a way even the finest perfumes could never be. But there is no point in trying to explain himself; Ninon is not interested in hearing how strange his proclivities are, not when they are stealing a few minutes together. Someone will notice she is gone soon enough, and even his own absence will not be enough to stop some concerned member of staff going looking for her.
To comply with her request means giving up kissing her neck, but it is a sacrifice he's willing to make, lifting one hand from her waist to coax her to turn her head to meet him as he bends to press his lips to hers.
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Date: 2018-12-09 08:12 am (UTC)It is an idle fantasy, one he knows he will never see fulfilled, but it is one he holds nonetheless. He cannot help himself.
The scent of her sweat on her skin is real in a way even the finest perfumes could never be. But there is no point in trying to explain himself; Ninon is not interested in hearing how strange his proclivities are, not when they are stealing a few minutes together. Someone will notice she is gone soon enough, and even his own absence will not be enough to stop some concerned member of staff going looking for her.
To comply with her request means giving up kissing her neck, but it is a sacrifice he's willing to make, lifting one hand from her waist to coax her to turn her head to meet him as he bends to press his lips to hers.