Those who have been kind to me, that is all. [ A small list, thus far, but varied. She made friends quickly, she always had, and she encouraged that kindness as she could amongst them. She wasn't particularly discerning as to the background of them in particular.
Which no doubt, would only make a far more complicated report for him to deal with.
Let him think about then, as she watches him go - she's doesn't want him thinking about it now. Thinks please don't, as he promises not to take too long. Her fingers shifting to undo her hair as she moves. This isn't quite as she liked, perhaps. Might like to draw it all out for a whole day - but she could never be sure of her time anymore. Soak herself and oil her skin to smell sweet, to be soft as she knew how to be. It's own kind of ceremony, in a way. Padding quietly on bare toes, that half burned in feeling on her skin of his fingers upon it, even if it had been light, respectful, always respectful of her. Viciously, she thought he would be a little less so, sometimes. She wasn't going to break if he gripped her a little harder.
But no - he's oblivious, Miles had said, one of the most observant men I've met, and yet - . Well, she had best give him something to observe but not at all be able to misunderstand. She wasn't known for being subtle or drawing things out. Why would it now be the case? No, no, fighting down a bit of maybe hysterical laughter by sinking her teeth into lip, she began to unwind her clothes from herself. Padding on her bare feet after she takes her shoes off, after him into his bedroom that she had been commandeering for months now. That from time to time, she caught half glimpses of him undressed and enjoyed far too much the sight of.
So that when he did come out, she was waiting for him. Wrapped up in a sheet, drawn up over her hips and chest, her jewellery on still, and not much else, posed carefully on the bed. A jut of bare skin against the material, making it clear she hoped, even for him, about what she was offering. The length of her hair pulled over her shoulder, hanging loose, her toes curling up absently on the material in a little shiver of cold. Painted in the same kind swirling patterns as her hands and wrists were, the henna dye staining her skin. Waiting patiently there for him, as she heard the water turn on and then off again, his movements in the bathroom and when the door opened, she's there, her and nothing else. ]
Captain. [ Just a word, nothing else, to make it clear to him that this wasn't a mistake he'd just walked in on. Didn't put it past him at this point. ]
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Which no doubt, would only make a far more complicated report for him to deal with.
Let him think about then, as she watches him go - she's doesn't want him thinking about it now. Thinks please don't, as he promises not to take too long. Her fingers shifting to undo her hair as she moves. This isn't quite as she liked, perhaps. Might like to draw it all out for a whole day - but she could never be sure of her time anymore. Soak herself and oil her skin to smell sweet, to be soft as she knew how to be. It's own kind of ceremony, in a way. Padding quietly on bare toes, that half burned in feeling on her skin of his fingers upon it, even if it had been light, respectful, always respectful of her. Viciously, she thought he would be a little less so, sometimes. She wasn't going to break if he gripped her a little harder.
But no - he's oblivious, Miles had said, one of the most observant men I've met, and yet - . Well, she had best give him something to observe but not at all be able to misunderstand. She wasn't known for being subtle or drawing things out. Why would it now be the case? No, no, fighting down a bit of maybe hysterical laughter by sinking her teeth into lip, she began to unwind her clothes from herself. Padding on her bare feet after she takes her shoes off, after him into his bedroom that she had been commandeering for months now. That from time to time, she caught half glimpses of him undressed and enjoyed far too much the sight of.
So that when he did come out, she was waiting for him. Wrapped up in a sheet, drawn up over her hips and chest, her jewellery on still, and not much else, posed carefully on the bed. A jut of bare skin against the material, making it clear she hoped, even for him, about what she was offering. The length of her hair pulled over her shoulder, hanging loose, her toes curling up absently on the material in a little shiver of cold. Painted in the same kind swirling patterns as her hands and wrists were, the henna dye staining her skin. Waiting patiently there for him, as she heard the water turn on and then off again, his movements in the bathroom and when the door opened, she's there, her and nothing else. ]
Captain. [ Just a word, nothing else, to make it clear to him that this wasn't a mistake he'd just walked in on. Didn't put it past him at this point. ]