[And unlike her little gasp of his name before, this is entirely full of indignation and incredulity. Rosalind stiffens, her back arching sharply, jerking in his lap. It wasn't painful; it was barely more than a swat. But it's not the pain that has her reacting, but the absolute audacity of what he's just done. Her thoughts stuttering, and distantly she's aware that her mouth has dropped open, her cheeks bright red as she stares at him. He'd just-- in the middle of everyone, he'd-- and how dare he, she swears her ears are ringing as she stares at him, how dare he--
Never mind that threat. Rosalind pants at him, her fingers clenched tightly around her drink.]
You wouldn't dare.
[Would he? She doesn't know. She really doesn't, and that's as thrilling as it is horrifying. She suspects he wouldn't if she made it clear she'd rather die than have such a thing done to her in front of others, but beyond a hard no . . .
He likely would dare, wouldn't he? But she waits for an answer, her body tense. She's set her drink down, though, which indicates she's prepared to leap to her feet if he indicates he really will turn her over.]
Put your hand to me again in public, Jamie Fraser, and I swear I'll slap you.
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Date: 2018-03-14 01:23 am (UTC)[And unlike her little gasp of his name before, this is entirely full of indignation and incredulity. Rosalind stiffens, her back arching sharply, jerking in his lap. It wasn't painful; it was barely more than a swat. But it's not the pain that has her reacting, but the absolute audacity of what he's just done. Her thoughts stuttering, and distantly she's aware that her mouth has dropped open, her cheeks bright red as she stares at him. He'd just-- in the middle of everyone, he'd-- and how dare he, she swears her ears are ringing as she stares at him, how dare he--
Never mind that threat. Rosalind pants at him, her fingers clenched tightly around her drink.]
You wouldn't dare.
[Would he? She doesn't know. She really doesn't, and that's as thrilling as it is horrifying. She suspects he wouldn't if she made it clear she'd rather die than have such a thing done to her in front of others, but beyond a hard no . . .
He likely would dare, wouldn't he? But she waits for an answer, her body tense. She's set her drink down, though, which indicates she's prepared to leap to her feet if he indicates he really will turn her over.]
Put your hand to me again in public, Jamie Fraser, and I swear I'll slap you.