Jessica isn't blind to the risk and danger in the boldness of her action, of daring to touch Empire, let alone without his permission. There could be punishment, censure, and even death, but if things go the way she imagines they will ( and thank the Gods or whoever is out there that they are ), it will prove to be beneficial to her in worming her way into his good graces and possibly seeing him again.
Beneath the tips of her fingers, she feels the thrum of his body, the excitement coursing through his blood and veins despite the smooth and calm exterior he presents to her β years of schooling and training have gone into shaping him into the man before her. A man so great that she herself finds hard to resist.
"Mmmm, a pitty," she hums, allowing her fingers to continue trailing up the newly exposed part of his wrist that he turns to her. "It is fun and messy. Something one should experience at least once in their lifetime. What if Empire has the paint provided? Would he possibly consider it then?"
That small threat doesn't go unnoticed, the warning that no one is allowed to touch Empire, and yet he allows the long drag of her fingers against his skin to continue.
"Or Empire could paint me if he desires, though it leaves me wondering what he truly desires beyond the stuffy talk of literature and the arts. What would truly make Empire happy?"
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Beneath the tips of her fingers, she feels the thrum of his body, the excitement coursing through his blood and veins despite the smooth and calm exterior he presents to her β years of schooling and training have gone into shaping him into the man before her. A man so great that she herself finds hard to resist.
"Mmmm, a pitty," she hums, allowing her fingers to continue trailing up the newly exposed part of his wrist that he turns to her. "It is fun and messy. Something one should experience at least once in their lifetime. What if Empire has the paint provided? Would he possibly consider it then?"
That small threat doesn't go unnoticed, the warning that no one is allowed to touch Empire, and yet he allows the long drag of her fingers against his skin to continue.
"Or Empire could paint me if he desires, though it leaves me wondering what he truly desires beyond the stuffy talk of literature and the arts. What would truly make Empire happy?"