[ When you're out collecting the rent with a gang of other men and your wife is along sometimes crowds aren't your concern. You don't often get privacy sleeping under the stars. You just have to learn to reduce noise and motion a bit. But he doesn't go beyond the limit. He knows not everyone is like him. Not everyone has had the life he has. She may have absolutely no problem sitting in his lap and challenging him in little ways, but he's not about to charge forward to test any boundaries. Not when things are going so well.
It's lovely to hear her say that perhaps isn't for her. That she intends to have him please her just as well come sun up. When her voice drops that low and she speaks again a shiver winds down Jamie's spine. He lets out a sigh and swallows hard to maintain any sort of composure. The lack of tight trousers does make it difficult to make out Jamie's growing erection, but she might start to notice a bit of something. Having a kilt does have it's benefits. ]
Given that I've nae taken my hands off ye practically since I arrived--I'd say ye're right.
[ He does look towards the exit of this tavern. His mind swimming with the image she painted for him. He watched the way her tongue worked over his thumb and her fingers. He watched the way she sipped. He wanted to see what else she was capable of. Needed to. ]
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Date: 2018-03-13 06:26 am (UTC)It's lovely to hear her say that perhaps isn't for her. That she intends to have him please her just as well come sun up. When her voice drops that low and she speaks again a shiver winds down Jamie's spine. He lets out a sigh and swallows hard to maintain any sort of composure. The lack of tight trousers does make it difficult to make out Jamie's growing erection, but she might start to notice a bit of something. Having a kilt does have it's benefits. ]
Given that I've nae taken my hands off ye practically since I arrived--I'd say ye're right.
[ He does look towards the exit of this tavern. His mind swimming with the image she painted for him. He watched the way her tongue worked over his thumb and her fingers. He watched the way she sipped. He wanted to see what else she was capable of. Needed to. ]
Finish yer drink, Rosalind, we've places t' be.