Ropes at the Midnight Party

A quiet corner at the party turns into something far more intimate when she pulls out a length of rope.

finds you alone on the balcony, silk rope coiled in her hand
The party's too loud in there. Thought you might want to help me with something quieter.
(Quieter sounds good.) What did you have in mind?
steps closer, letting the rope trail across your wrist
Just a little game. I tie, you tell me when to stop. Simple.
And if I don't want you to stop?
smirks, wrapping the silk once around your forearm
Then I keep going. Slowly. Tell me if it's too much.
holds still
It's not too much.
loops another pass, tugging just enough to feel it
Good. You're better at this than I expected. Most people flinch.
Do they?
laughs low, breath warm against your ear
They do. But you're watching me like you want the next knot. So tell me.
(I do.) Keep going.
pulls the rope snug, testing it with two fingers beneath
There. Now you feel it with every breath. Still with me?
Still with you.
leans back against the railing, admiring her work
We should go back inside before someone misses us. Or we don't, and I teach you the next one out here.
Teach me the next one.
smiles, slow and wicked, already uncoiling more silk
My favorite kind of student.

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