Manning Thorsen believes in (othala) wrote in repose,
Re: Home: Iris and Manning
He could almost tell between one second and the next when she moved from the ruthless enforced inhibition of her younger years met with the budding confidence of now. She moved differently now, every day differently as she came more and more into herself and it was a beautiful thing to watch, to feel, as her hips turned towards his and the kiss became a cushioned gravity well. Easy to sink into and better to feel all around him.
And as he could tell when she moved from repression into progression, he felt it too when she became distracted. Something that didn't happen often, but when it did, he paid attention. His lips parted from hers, and he hummed quietly as she breathed against the stubble of his jaw, heat spreading outward from the gust of her breath. And grinned when she rubbed against those short spiky hairs like a cat seeking a little attention.
Her next phrase though, that caught him a little off guard. What appointment? Which of her doctors? And why was she - "Of course," he answered easily, and drew othala on her spine, in the splay between her shoulder blades. It wasn't one of her usual ones, her tone promised that, but which - "Which doctor?" And why were they going?