"And what's gone on since I left?" Lila asks, the ghost of a smile on her face. "Because I can't imagine I was one of those comforts."
If Lila had to describe herself, it would be the opposite of comfort.
She lightly strokes her fingers past Kell's knuckles, up his arm, along his wrist. Tickling, teasing touches meant to distract. She knows his attention is on her bare stomach, her hand, her breasts, even, and knowing this she reaches deftly into his jacket pocket with her other hand. She plucks out a coin with her first two fingers.
She holds it up for him to see she's done it, her face lit up in delight. Not a comfort.
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Date: 2016-04-30 01:51 am (UTC)If Lila had to describe herself, it would be the opposite of comfort.
She lightly strokes her fingers past Kell's knuckles, up his arm, along his wrist. Tickling, teasing touches meant to distract. She knows his attention is on her bare stomach, her hand, her breasts, even, and knowing this she reaches deftly into his jacket pocket with her other hand. She plucks out a coin with her first two fingers.
She holds it up for him to see she's done it, her face lit up in delight. Not a comfort.
"You see?"