A sly smile pulled at her lips as she peered up at him. An elegant brow arched as she asked her question lightly. "Oh? So... that means you've given me permission to buy your clothes in your stead with the utmost trust that I will pick things you like?" The voice may have sounded innocent, but the eyes danced with mischief and she knew she would have way too much fun with this if he really let her go it alone.
At first, she'd not reacted to his question. She planned to just wave him off as being paranoid when something caught in her mind and drew her attention. Stopping what she was doing, she furrowed her brow thoughtfully then smiled beautifully as she looked over at him again. "Alec... I've not slept that well in countless years. Comfort really wasn't an issue when I slept so deeply. But I assure you, it's not the first time I've fallen asleep in a corset, it won't be the last. You'll just simply have to remind me if I forget again."
When he moved to change, she got herself out of the way and perched on the edge of her desk listening to his scurrying behind the screen. Tipping her head as he sounded so concerned, she shook her head to herself. "Honestly... I'm more concerned about your health than something as silly as my reputation. I'm certain my crew has already cooked up some sordid past we had together. When it comes to myself, the stories are usually more colorful than the reality. Only Ragnor and Catarina can tell the real stories." Pausing, she winced at the sounds of him attempting to undress... it didn't sound very successful.
"You have to realize I likely started a lot of those wild stories when I slapped Ragnor for not being careful with you... And pretty much carrying you myself into this room. You are safest here. I will hear nothing of you going somewhere else. I can guarantee your safety and health here... Please don't fight me on that." She fidgeted a moment before she couldn't take it anymore. Moving off the desk, she went around the screen and nimbly climbed onto the edge of the tub.
"You're too tall. Here..." With ease and no hesitation, she helped him get the shirt off while balancing naturally on the lip of the tub. Frowning at some of the wounds, she hopped back down and turned. "I think the rest won't be that hard." And if she stayed there, she'd stare more than just at the wounds on his body. Which was why she stepped around the screen and took a steadying deep breath.
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Date: 2013-08-28 12:52 pm (UTC)From:At first, she'd not reacted to his question. She planned to just wave him off as being paranoid when something caught in her mind and drew her attention. Stopping what she was doing, she furrowed her brow thoughtfully then smiled beautifully as she looked over at him again. "Alec... I've not slept that well in countless years. Comfort really wasn't an issue when I slept so deeply. But I assure you, it's not the first time I've fallen asleep in a corset, it won't be the last. You'll just simply have to remind me if I forget again."
When he moved to change, she got herself out of the way and perched on the edge of her desk listening to his scurrying behind the screen. Tipping her head as he sounded so concerned, she shook her head to herself. "Honestly... I'm more concerned about your health than something as silly as my reputation. I'm certain my crew has already cooked up some sordid past we had together. When it comes to myself, the stories are usually more colorful than the reality. Only Ragnor and Catarina can tell the real stories." Pausing, she winced at the sounds of him attempting to undress... it didn't sound very successful.
"You have to realize I likely started a lot of those wild stories when I slapped Ragnor for not being careful with you... And pretty much carrying you myself into this room. You are safest here. I will hear nothing of you going somewhere else. I can guarantee your safety and health here... Please don't fight me on that." She fidgeted a moment before she couldn't take it anymore. Moving off the desk, she went around the screen and nimbly climbed onto the edge of the tub.
"You're too tall. Here..." With ease and no hesitation, she helped him get the shirt off while balancing naturally on the lip of the tub. Frowning at some of the wounds, she hopped back down and turned. "I think the rest won't be that hard." And if she stayed there, she'd stare more than just at the wounds on his body. Which was why she stepped around the screen and took a steadying deep breath.
What was that all about?