There is an intensity in her gemstone gaze as she watches him mull her question over. She watches for the subtle hints she has spent years training to see. The changes in his body language to the shift in the different muscle groups of his face and eyebrows β even the way his eyes and pupils change depending on how he feels about what was asked or done.
As she scrutinizes his features, Jessica takes notice of the features that others might ignore. The crease between his brow, the fine lines etched into his forehead, and lining his eyes. Handsome features, she notes to herself as she resists the urge to reach out and touch his face. To let the tips of her fingers glide over the light splattering of freckles across his cheeks.
There will be a time for that later, she reminds herself, perhaps with too much confidence in her skills for the mission she has been tasked with. There is no room for failure. While her sisters are skilled, many lack her prowess and determination. The desire to split away from the mold to do whatever is possible to make what she wants come to fruition β much like the man before her.
Happiness is not part of the question, he tells her. Pleasure is.
He grabs her, and she allows him to pull her into him, the distance lessening and lessening until their lips clash together.
The groaning moan that escapes her lips is honest β it isn't forced or an act. Hungrily, her lips move against his. Her lips part, letting her tongue slide against his lips to take in the taste of him. Noting the remnants of wine and no poisons or toxins or other chemicals that might be in place to bring her harm or alter her state of mind ( and since she's immune to most, if not all ), she would have to fake their effect.
Slowly and carefully shifting to keep their lips locked, Jessica rises to her knees, looming over him momentarily before straddling his lap with deliberate motions not to set off the Imperial Shield after she gathers up the thin fabric of mauve skirts high upon her thighs.
Gently she nips at his lip, letting her fingers trail up the back of his neck and into his hair, where she buries and tangles slim fingers in their softness before pulling away from his lips just enough that her words and breath ghost over them, "You are Empire," she murmurs, dragging her lips over his, "you can have both. Pleasure." slowly sinking her full weight onto his lap. "Happiness. Everything is yours."
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As she scrutinizes his features, Jessica takes notice of the features that others might ignore. The crease between his brow, the fine lines etched into his forehead, and lining his eyes. Handsome features, she notes to herself as she resists the urge to reach out and touch his face. To let the tips of her fingers glide over the light splattering of freckles across his cheeks.
There will be a time for that later, she reminds herself, perhaps with too much confidence in her skills for the mission she has been tasked with. There is no room for failure. While her sisters are skilled, many lack her prowess and determination. The desire to split away from the mold to do whatever is possible to make what she wants come to fruition β much like the man before her.
Happiness is not part of the question, he tells her. Pleasure is.
He grabs her, and she allows him to pull her into him, the distance lessening and lessening until their lips clash together.
The groaning moan that escapes her lips is honest β it isn't forced or an act. Hungrily, her lips move against his. Her lips part, letting her tongue slide against his lips to take in the taste of him. Noting the remnants of wine and no poisons or toxins or other chemicals that might be in place to bring her harm or alter her state of mind ( and since she's immune to most, if not all ), she would have to fake their effect.
Slowly and carefully shifting to keep their lips locked, Jessica rises to her knees, looming over him momentarily before straddling his lap with deliberate motions not to set off the Imperial Shield after she gathers up the thin fabric of mauve skirts high upon her thighs.
Gently she nips at his lip, letting her fingers trail up the back of his neck and into his hair, where she buries and tangles slim fingers in their softness before pulling away from his lips just enough that her words and breath ghost over them, "You are Empire," she murmurs, dragging her lips over his, "you can have both. Pleasure." slowly sinking her full weight onto his lap. "Happiness. Everything is yours."