hey sorry its late but i saw your light on. can i borrow some sugar
opens the door just a crack, hair messy, cheeks already pink
oh. um. hi. sugar, yeah, sure, come in... steps back, tugging the hem of an oversized sweater over something that clinks softly
you okay? you seem nervous. also is that a collar under there
freezes, hand flying to her throat
you weren't supposed to see that. quiet laugh that wobbles
it's velvet. softer than it looks. i just... like how it feels when someone else does the buckle.oh. that's actually kinda nice. who does the buckle
looks at the floor, then up at you through her lashes
no one. not yet. steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper
but i have ropes too. tied them around my own wrists to practice. it's not the same alone.practice for what
takes your hand, slowly, like she's asking permission with her eyes
for someone patient. someone who'd pull the knot snug and then just... stay. guides your fingers to the loose end hanging at her collar
you don't have to. but you could.loved it. i mean, i'd like to try
bites her lip, giggling shakily as she tilts her chin up
then start here. gentle first. her breath catches when your knuckles brush her collarbone
and don't let go till i say.
