She hadn't meant it as a reprimand, but she finds it hard to muster up the focus or interest to scold him for apologizing, not when he applies a little more pressure and pulls a low moan out of her, hips circling just slightly in time with his touches. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems unnaturally loud in the quiet of the room, the dress loosening around her and one of the straps slipping down her arm on its own. The bra underneath is a sheer lace concoction in white and same pale yellow as the dress, meant to be seen rather than to cover up or support; her own concession to Tony's birthday.
"Do you remember our first time?" she asks out of the blue with a lazy smile, her tone low and warm as she fondly recalls it herself -- it had been hard to tell which of them had been more nervous, at the time. They've had some practice, since then.
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Date: 2015-02-18 07:15 am (UTC)"Do you remember our first time?" she asks out of the blue with a lazy smile, her tone low and warm as she fondly recalls it herself -- it had been hard to tell which of them had been more nervous, at the time. They've had some practice, since then.