Re: [Carnival - Adult]
"For me," she repeated, unrepentant and shameless, soft demand in the clarification. For all that she was soft, pale and like an angel with wings folded out of sight, she wasn't timid. Slow, slow and she backed away in tiny steps, the movement beckoning him to follow through branches and bark, toward the warmth of her home and bed. And he said he was for no one else, and her pulse raced in the moonlight that peeked through the canopy defiantly. It felt right, it felt right, and she thought the whole world should have someone who would say that bold, that they belonged to no one else.
And she was not a trusting child, the ringleted blonde in the deep wood, but she believed. Fate had led her to him, and him to her, and the blue of her transparent robe fluttered and bared white and pink as she leaned back against the unforgiving trunk of a winter-slumber tree. There, there she waited for him to near, to close in, and she felt a tether between them, almost like a real thing she could see and tug on to draw him close.
Only you, he said, and she closed her eyes and savored the blasphemy of being worthy of such devotion. She knew things now, she knew things now, and she still wanted his hands upon her, and she didn't care that her soul was tainted, that she was ruined. Non, and none of those things mattered as he stepped closer and indicated she should lose the blue and ribbons.
She took a small step, a tiny distance between her and the tree, and she let the blue fall at her bare feet. Her nipples were dusted gold from the show, tight and taut for him, and she tugged the ribbons from her hips slowly. One ribbon. Two ribbons. And then she stepped back from the pile of discarded fabrics, and she pressed against that unforgiving bark again. She liked the bite of the trunk against her back, and it was like a sinner's flagellation, and she derived pleasure from it all the same. She stared at him unflinchingly, grey eyes wide and procellous.
She dragged one hand from her collarbone down, fingers dragging indolent between her breasts, over her soft stomach, then down to rest against the smoothness between her thighs. "Do I make you want to sin?" she asked him huskily.