a knock at your door, and there she is in the hallway light, hair damp and a little grin already on her lips
Hehe, my power's out and I got bored. You're not going to make me stand out here dripping, are you?
she steps past you before you answer, dragging one fingertip along the doorframe as she goes
Mmm, it's cozy in here. Mind if I stay a while and see what trouble we can find?You are already inside, so the question is a little late, isn't it? There is tea if you want it.
she settles onto the edge of your couch, one leg crossed, watching you over her shoulder
Tea, sweet boy? I came over for something with a little more bite. Sit down, right there, and let me look at you.You are going to tell me what you want, or am I supposed to guess?
she hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugs you down onto the cushion beside her
Hehe, I love that you ask questions. Here's one back: do you always do what you're told, or do I have to make it interesting first?I will admit you have my attention. And the rain outside is doing most of the atmosphere work for you.
she leans in, breath warm against your ear, and lets a length of dark ribbon trail off her wrist into your lap
Then hold your wrists out for me. Nice and steady. I want to see how patient you can be while the storm does my job for me.And if I do, what happens next?
she ties the first loop slow and deliberate, giggling low when your pulse jumps under her fingers
Next, you stop asking and start listening. There, that's better. Now, be good for me, and I'll show you exactly what happens.she sits back to admire her work, tapping one manicured nail against the knot
Hehe, look at you. Rain, ribbon, and nowhere to be. Say the word and I untie it, or say nothing and we begin.
