[ oh, how she hates to see that look on his face. how she hates to know she's the one who put it there. but it is a necessary cruelty, if it means he will learn this lesson sooner rather than later.
though he can be so utterly distracting, can't he, when he goes and says such wonderful things like that. manuela hastens to fight back her own color rising to her cheeks; the memory of their time together remains a vivid one, one she can still sometimes feel like a phantom touch on her body. how fortunate that, beneath the knit of her dress, he cannot possibly see how her thighs clench together in a vain attempt for reprieve. ]
...Y-Yes, well. It's quite easy to get caught up in the moment. And โ given it was your first, and how brazenly I threw myself at you... [ yes, see, all these awful, wonderful things he's saying could very easily be explained away. ] Is it any wonder you reacted the way you did?
[ with him seated, she positions herself before him. there is enough of a difference in their heights that he would need to tip his head back just so he can meet her eyes (and avoid a direct-look at her chest). she lifts a hand to his brow, feeling for a fever. elevated heart rate and temperature are sure signs of an aphrodisiac working its way through his system. ]
You're flushed.
[ warm, too. of course, that could be due to his embarrassment, from feeling rebuked or even chastised. manuela hardly means either of those things, but it's important he knows how easily one's body could be manipulated in this place. ferdinand is too kind, too generous โ he is easy prey for the whims of this hotel, who preys on soft souls like his who are always overflowing with affection and sincerity.
she moves her hand down, placing it over his heart, where his loose shirt parts on an undone button. the skin beneath her fingers is warm to the touch. ]
You've done little more than sit and stand but your heart is racing, and your breathing is short. Clear signs of an aphrodisiac. Likely, you're erect, too.
[ she lowers her gaze to his lap โ his pants are of a light enough material (and ferdinand himself is far too large to be discreet) that there would certainly be some telltale tentingโ
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though he can be so utterly distracting, can't he, when he goes and says such wonderful things like that. manuela hastens to fight back her own color rising to her cheeks; the memory of their time together remains a vivid one, one she can still sometimes feel like a phantom touch on her body. how fortunate that, beneath the knit of her dress, he cannot possibly see how her thighs clench together in a vain attempt for reprieve. ]
...Y-Yes, well. It's quite easy to get caught up in the moment. And โ given it was your first, and how brazenly I threw myself at you... [ yes, see, all these awful, wonderful things he's saying could very easily be explained away. ] Is it any wonder you reacted the way you did?
[ with him seated, she positions herself before him. there is enough of a difference in their heights that he would need to tip his head back just so he can meet her eyes (and avoid a direct-look at her chest). she lifts a hand to his brow, feeling for a fever. elevated heart rate and temperature are sure signs of an aphrodisiac working its way through his system. ]
You're flushed.
[ warm, too. of course, that could be due to his embarrassment, from feeling rebuked or even chastised. manuela hardly means either of those things, but it's important he knows how easily one's body could be manipulated in this place. ferdinand is too kind, too generous โ he is easy prey for the whims of this hotel, who preys on soft souls like his who are always overflowing with affection and sincerity.
she moves her hand down, placing it over his heart, where his loose shirt parts on an undone button. the skin beneath her fingers is warm to the touch. ]
You've done little more than sit and stand but your heart is racing, and your breathing is short. Clear signs of an aphrodisiac. Likely, you're erect, too.
[ she lowers her gaze to his lap โ his pants are of a light enough material (and ferdinand himself is far too large to be discreet) that there would certainly be some telltale tentingโ
oh. ]