Re: Dress Shop
Gentle words, soothing voice. It helped. Oh, not completely, but it was a large step toward her calming again, letting the physical attempt to push back to the forefront and let the mental, emotional take a back seat. And yes, this body knew how to do that too. Almost too well, it seemed.
"I'm not scared." And yes, that was a lie, and not a very convincing one for anyone who could read people at all. She was always at least a little bit scared, and this was no different. But a warm smile and blue eyes (blue that was so familiar to her - family, friends, lovers - so many of them with blue eyes), they helped to calm her more, to allow her to push away at the emotions that so often threatened to overwhelm her. And yes, it was so possible, especially when her body had taken notice of those (too brief) touches and responded in kind. And the question of what she felt in the suit? That made her bite at her lip, teeth into the full softness of it. Because she was so used to layers of protection and padding and the suit was not that. Not at all. It was the thinnest sort of barrier against the world. She wasn't even certain that she was wearing anything other than the suit itself.
"That's not your body either. Is it? What if they get angry at us?" But even with the questions, she didn't move away, and those green eyes shifted away from the other woman's gaze, down to her mouth, her hands. And then she felt her face warm, an embarrassed sort of flush to her cheeks.