[ It's not quite courting, or rather, it's courtship through a different lens. Where the word is meant to evoke tenderness β flowers exchanged, soft sentiments given voice, the fluttering heartbeat of first love β between them, it's wielded like a knife. A continued escalation, a beat prolonged, waiting to see which one of them will slip and slice open their finger first.
As the straps of her dress comes down, he holds her gaze, too. Time seems to stretch, pulling like taffy until he lets his eyes tick down, degree by degree. They could call it here, make short work of the dress and pull her panties back down, put an end to this back and forth (indulge the heat curling in the pit of his stomach, the suggestion made by her pert nipples)β but where's the fun in that?
His hands settle on either side of her, just barely brushing her chest. As before, heβ arranges her, urging her dress further down, far enough to accommodate the bustier. That done, he nods to her arms, a simple, ] Up, [ followed by, ] Turn around, please, [ once she obeys his instructions.
As deliberately as he's done everything else, he pulls the piece on, going so far as to adjust the straps to her height before pulling the clasps together. Next β and if his fingers graze her skin, the swell of her breasts in the process, what of it β he pulls the top of the dress back into place, defying base instinct as he pulls the zipper back up, too.
On a breath, acutely aware of her silence: ] There.
it's what god would want
As the straps of her dress comes down, he holds her gaze, too. Time seems to stretch, pulling like taffy until he lets his eyes tick down, degree by degree. They could call it here, make short work of the dress and pull her panties back down, put an end to this back and forth (indulge the heat curling in the pit of his stomach, the suggestion made by her pert nipples)β but where's the fun in that?
His hands settle on either side of her, just barely brushing her chest. As before, heβ arranges her, urging her dress further down, far enough to accommodate the bustier. That done, he nods to her arms, a simple, ] Up, [ followed by, ] Turn around, please, [ once she obeys his instructions.
As deliberately as he's done everything else, he pulls the piece on, going so far as to adjust the straps to her height before pulling the clasps together. Next β and if his fingers graze her skin, the swell of her breasts in the process, what of it β he pulls the top of the dress back into place, defying base instinct as he pulls the zipper back up, too.
On a breath, acutely aware of her silence: ] There.