Rose didn't look up when Kurloz left his brother to his work, and in a couple minutes, she looked over at Eridan and told him that she'd be taking her leave as well. She smiled sweetly as she left the room with a casual wave, and drifted through the long, tall corridors, simply taking her time to meander to Kurloz's room. If her presence hadn't already been felt by him, her nails running over the door with a soft scraping sound would definitely have the same effect. She opened the door and slipped in, quietly closing the door behind her as she settled down beside him.
Your subtle yet glaringly obvious call to attention could have been no better timed, She thought as her mind brought up the still-lingering sensation of Kurloz's fingers over the back of her neck, the shiver of silvery pleasure it gave down her spine, only to blossom outward when it reached the root of her, making her heart beat just a little faster. I'm done with all my work for the weekend, and with the exception of dinner with the Vantas family on Sunday, I'm free. How lucky I must be.
She slipped closer and laid her head down against Kurloz's shoulder, which was only her precursor to finding her way into his lap in the very near future. She watched the smoke drift from his stitched lips and noticed one stitch was becoming frayed. Oh dear, how long has it been since you changed your stitches?
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Date: 2013-08-28 10:47 am (UTC)Your subtle yet glaringly obvious call to attention could have been no better timed, She thought as her mind brought up the still-lingering sensation of Kurloz's fingers over the back of her neck, the shiver of silvery pleasure it gave down her spine, only to blossom outward when it reached the root of her, making her heart beat just a little faster. I'm done with all my work for the weekend, and with the exception of dinner with the Vantas family on Sunday, I'm free. How lucky I must be.
She slipped closer and laid her head down against Kurloz's shoulder, which was only her precursor to finding her way into his lap in the very near future. She watched the smoke drift from his stitched lips and noticed one stitch was becoming frayed. Oh dear, how long has it been since you changed your stitches?