| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: A New Sort of Study (1/5) |
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The sun came through the tall windows, flittering down between the bookshelves and books softly, dancing with the dust motes that lingered in the air. It was pleasant here, at least for her; she readjusted her glasses and focused again on the text open before her. She could feel the headache growing inside her. It happened sometimes; she still wasn’t used to the glasses and the affect they had or didn’t have. She couldn’t read without them, not without asking for a headache, and the current one was building because she had attempted just that. Bad idea apparently.
Her lips parted in a yawn as she stretched in her chair, her plain white button-up blouse straining over her generous bosom as her legs uncoiled from beneath the chair her sweetly curved bottom rested in. Spenser’s Faerie Queen was interesting, truly it was, but today it was just not holding her mind, and the small text was blurring before her eyes, even with the glasses. She shook her head, her curls moving around her shoulders easily before resettling, as she rested her chin in the cup of her palm and glanced around her at the bookshelves. She was all alone here too, just studying for something that wasn’t happening for two more weeks, and everyone else had obviously found better things to do. Perhaps she was too much of an overachiever. Suddenly the female felt hands on her shoulders, teasing her skin through the curtain of her hair, the heat of the hands going through her white linen blouse and plain gray vest. Her head turned, eyes widening before they took in the sight of him. “Oh… mon cher...” She turned in her seat, her hands reaching up towards him, only to have his hands close around hers and pull her upward, out of her chair. She went, her gray skirt sliding around her long legs even as her kitten heels hit softly against the floor in clacks. She stumbled into his taller frame and blushed, smiling shyly up at him. “How is my good girl?”
Amabelle shivered slightly at the low chuckle in his voice, at the memory of when those words had last been spoken. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she tried to find the words to speak. “Bored.” The truth came from her lips as she stood before him, her hands still imprisoned in his grasp. He tsked. “We can’t have that now can we?” She shook her head slowly, curious about why Jarth was here. And how, oh how could her greatest wish have suddenly come true and he was here in the flesh before her, holding her against him? He had been so busy, so distant of late, and she had fallen back into her studies to try and ignore the fact that she seemed only a bother to him. His hands exerted a gentle pressure on her arms and she inhaled, her eyes looking up at him as memories |
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