Re: In the car: Amy/Si
[He sat, and he looked, and she toed off shoes and fishnets and let them fall where they landed. Beneath the sweatshirt, her hands slid around to her back, and she undid the stays, and she let the corset fall too. She kept the bloomers on, covered mostly by the sweatshirt, and she rolled the sleeves up for no reason at all, since they still drifted far below her fingertips. But he was sitting, and she was slow movements and no rush as she watched his face. She counted then, and he stood, and she tipped her head and blinked confusion at him for a moment. But she didn't argue about beds and ladders. She just went where he led, and she climbed the ladder into the plush, big bed, and then she looked down to see what he would do. Kneeling on the edge, hair falling forward, look, look. She didn't ask if he was coming too. She just waited and waited for him to decide what he needed. Sleep, she thought, maybe, and hopefully nothing that took him out the door and into the night alone.]