Maryanne didn't buy that for a second, that he didn't know..."Oh, like you don't know that one smoldering look with those beautiful brown eyes wont melt the clothes off of any lady you wanted. You wouldn't even have to use words, or your fingers." She held up her hands, jazz hand style, and wiggled her fingers. She hadn't been on the receiving end of one of those looks, not that she knew about anyway. But she could tease him a bit.
It was a trait of her being southern, going off on wild tangents. Sometimes getting tripped up on them and forgetting her way to the main subject. "Hey, I can talk about him, and about how he passed, without getting all teary eyed. That's progress right? I just wish you could have known him." It was hard being sad when she knew he was in a better place. "But thank you. You remind me of him, a little, you know." But clearly not in enough ways to make her not want to see him naked.
She chuckled softly "Lord." She drawled that one word out long enough that it could have been two words. "Should I be worried about my daughters?" She teased. "I use music, with my kids, as a treat. It's something they get to do, only after work is done. He's welcome to come by every afternoon if you want to use it that way. When he returns to being nine of course. I mean they do their homework there in my classroom, and jump on whichever instrument is tickling their fancy that day." It made it easier on her, being a 'single parent'.
All her experience couldn't have readied her for Alexander. Even her imagination couldn't have. It felt like she was drowning, in the most glorious way. His scent, those eyes, his voice... He touched on every one of her senses, and overwhelmed them at the same time. And when he actually touched her bare skin? A soft little purred moan left her lips before she knew it was there.
Maryanne swallowed thickly, and forced her eyes to meet up with his again. Even as she wondered if he could feel the way her heart seemed to hammer. Her hand squeezed his, lightly, almost as if she didn't her knees might just give out. "Yes. Silly I know, I had no claim on you. But I can't say I've hidden the fact that I've wanted to lick the sweat off your body, after making it rise to the surface." It was her best attempt to keep up with him, as she leaned into his touch, practically begging for more without speaking the words.