I've never been afraid of showin' off my handiwork.
[ Specifically if he could make a woman orgasm like that. Perhaps not always something he'd want to do. Show off. But in this moment he doesn't mind it. The thought excites him. It's different for him. New. Though that just about sums Rosalind up. Different and new. Their entire relationship is different and new. Though he hesitates to say that word. Friendship? A strange in between he assumes now.
That little bit of extra movement sends shivers through Jamie's spine. He sighs and smiles. It's small movements, but given that he's still inside of her they rocket through like jolts of lightning from the sky. ]
Ye've caught me. Filthy words.
[ Repeating them back word for word now would only make them sound foolish outside of the moment. ]
[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]
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Date: 2018-04-28 08:02 am (UTC)[ Specifically if he could make a woman orgasm like that. Perhaps not always something he'd want to do. Show off. But in this moment he doesn't mind it. The thought excites him. It's different for him. New. Though that just about sums Rosalind up. Different and new. Their entire relationship is different and new. Though he hesitates to say that word. Friendship? A strange in between he assumes now.
That little bit of extra movement sends shivers through Jamie's spine. He sighs and smiles. It's small movements, but given that he's still inside of her they rocket through like jolts of lightning from the sky. ]
Ye've caught me. Filthy words.
[ Repeating them back word for word now would only make them sound foolish outside of the moment. ]
Singing yer praises. In a colorful way.
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Date: 2018-05-01 05:34 am (UTC)[But she's content to know the general shape of them, if not the specific meanings. Squirming again (just to tease this time, and the curve of her smirk says as much), Rosalind runs her hands over him again, against his shoulders and down his back, and--
Ah. There's that scarring, thick and overlapping against his back. A whipping? Possibly, but Rosalind knows she hasn't the imagination to know what kinds of weapons might leave those marks on a man. But if it was a whipping, it must have been several over a long period of time; there's so many she's certain he would have died if it was all in one go.
Her eyes flicker up, meeting his, and she tips her head in silent question.]