Re: [(After)Life]
She knew he wouldn't lash out at her. He might lash out at everyone in the world, but he wouldn't lash out at her or at Fen. She was as certain of it as she was certain of her own place in the world, and Nel was rather entirely certain of her place in the world. Her hand rested there a moment, and she smiled a small, if reassuring smile when his hand covered her own.
There was no move made to assist him in rising. She sat back against the couch cushions again, thighs still comfortably spread, and she merely smiled her enigmatic smile when he said he would show her his cock. "Dearest, I could've seen that months ago," she told him, something resembling fond teasing taking up residence in her voice. She thought he looked rather young and vulnerable with his hair falling in his face just so, though she knew better than to state this.
He tore open his shirt, and she watched with a calm sort of proprietary impassivity. Her arm was on the back of the couch now, stretched out, and she waited until the last button clattered before she pushed herself to rising. "This way," she told him, and she led him back and through the door that led into the studio's rather opulent bathroom. There, she shed her jacket and let it fall upon the brown chaise, which left her in her vest and leather. She perched herself upon brown fabric arm, and she was entirely nonchalant about this entire affair. "You can darken the glass once you're inside. It will become chastely reflective, as is the other glass in the room," she informed him, that enigmatic smile remaining small but eternally present.