Wilhelmina Corte-Real (helel) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-10-25 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | hector, helen |
Who: Hector [armystrong] & Helen [immaterialed]
What: Getting ready for dinner.
Where: Hector's place.
When: After this.
Warnings: Er... Helen.
It wasn't unusual for Helen to take her time getting ready, yes she did not need to do much but she liked to do much, never overdoing make-up of clothing though- because then it looked tacky, but part of the fun was working out what to wear or do to make the other party uncomfortable or comfortable or... something else entirely. Trouble was brewing, Helen couldn't help herself at times (nor did she want to) when she carefully picked out what to wear, deciding not to bother with make-up because it didn't seem to be Hector's thing.
Natural and beautiful- that seemed to be his preference. (Of course she was assuming here.)
Helen promised to be ready when he got home- and so she was ready, mostly. At least she hadn't greeting him in a towel, instead she was wearing a snug-fitting red dress she'd bought earlier in the week. She loved beautiful things- needed them, how else was she to survive with only Hector's shirts? (Those worked well for inside the house, not outside!) and while she had behaved admirably since he returned home- now she lingered.
Which is to say she was doing that predator-like thing again, it was not actually intentional, Helen was just restless from being inside and as she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom (blocking Hector's path, but not quite) the most beautiful woman in the world did nothing but smile. Innocently.