Distraction and Observation (Manifesto)

[Nhysa]

Nhysa gave him a dark and hungry look for the delay to more private fun, but neither did she argue against indulging him in the request. They had all night after all, and it was a shame to waste the dress and the way she knew he admired it. “Anything for you, dear one.” She smirked as she led him back out to the dancefloor, reflecting on the compromise as she began to move against him. It seemed she was practically domesticated. Not that she planned to make patience easy for him, though as his hands slid over her curves, she figured that promise was mutual.

[Nesrin Aziz]

Nesrin smirked at his assessment, a little low laughter humming in her throat as she toyed with the collar of his shirt. She didn’t ask about what he found in his pocket, since it didn’t claim his attention long enough to matter.

“Maybe,” she said. “But I’m grateful anyway.”

She knew exactly what she looked like framed in the soft light and shadows of the backseat. You didn’t need to be the most beautiful woman in the world to be the most compelling seductress, and she was a master of her own allure. Inky dark hair fell down one shoulder, leaving the other a warm invitation of bare gold skin cradled by the silky scarlet of her dress. Watching him then, as he moved close enough to slide his arm around her waist, Nesrin was all mystery, charm and dark beguiling eyes.

Eddie was sweet enough to make a woman weep. Far too good for her, really; Nesrin knew that without a scrap of doubt. But as he took her chin and her eyes flared darker at that hint of command, she also knew that right now she enjoyed being seen as whatever it was Eddie saw. Back in the club she’d liked witnessing the little flashes of surprise in him, and now discovered an equal fascination with being surprised by him. She would have put money on his prevaricating over being the one to make the first move.

His kiss was soft as summer rain, and just as teasing. The second lingered longer. Slow and sensual it was then. Her fingers trailed down his neck, and her lips brushed his, toying with escalation and letting that need build between them – they had a whole car ride after all. Her hand moved a little inside his shirt, not yet slipping any of the buttons, though when she kissed him back she’d already decided she wanted him hot and burning by the time they arrived at his place.

[Edwin]

When she returned his kiss, he couldn’t help but smile into it. Her hand on his neck sent electric jolts through his body, he wanted more. His body demanded more, but he resisted. She had given him an invitation, and her response had indicated that he hadn’t misread that. Despite the screaming of his hormones to go faster, they were going to enjoy and savor this.

The hand under Rhi’s chin moved slowly down to her shoulder and down her arm, the touch light, a tease in itself. His hand met hers and he interlaced their fingers, stopping the kiss only to breathe. Breathing heavily he spoke no words, just pulled her body closer to his in anticipation.

[Nesrin Aziz]

Eddie was mindful, waiting for her cues, but the rhythm of his kiss was hungry. It delighted Nesrin that there was a war inside; that she might be that much of a temptation to him. In return she shivered against him, letting him feel every hitch of her breath as he ran his touch over her bare skin, soft as the fall of feathers. What her own body craved then was to climb onto his lap, to feel him pressed flush against her and get a little lost in the anticipation. She was already leaned into him, like her entire being had fallen into his orbit at the press of his arm against her, but the dress hugged so tight it was going to ride scandalously high if she straddled him like that. Not that Nesrin had any problem getting risque in the backseat of a cab; it was the sort of thing that kicked her pulse up, all the more so because she wasn’t sure how far Eddie was prepared to let it go. From his surprise before, she didn’t think he usually took women home like this.

He laced their fingers in a way that was sweetly intimate. A bit of a romantic, maybe; it wouldn’t be a surprising fit to the picture she was forming of the kind of man he might be. She toyed with the way their hands interplayed; people always forgot those smaller touches could be just as erotic as the obvious ones, and she thought it might cast the spell deeper. Her dark eyes drank him in as his chest rose and fell so deeply, a smile on her lips. They were still pressed close, but instead of moving onto his lap, she took their twined hands and guided his sensually up the outside of her thigh. Her own palm skated softly overtop his, controlling the aching lightness of his touch, as well as its speed; a tantalisingly slow slip under the hem of her dress.

[Edwin]

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