Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
There was always a vicarious enjoyment at seeing Neron rediscover his sensation; the visible shiver, the way he stiffened and paused just for a moment, a short enough time that you had to be looking to catch it; Morgan was looking.
She nodded to indicate she'd heard him, but didn't respond right away, slowly bringing her hands to the clasp of her cloak and unfastening it, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath was not her normal leather armour and sensible pants and shoes, but something new; nothing that would be referred to as sexy by most people, but for Morgan it was quite the venture. Tight dull leather pants and a white shirt of thin fabric that hung off her shoulders and chest, showing all that was underneath if you looked for a moment.
This was an outfit only Neron would ever get to see, but she wasn't about to let him touch - he had to work for that. Looking back to Neron, Morgan took a step forwards and with steel eyes that bore into him despite his height over her, commanded: "Down on your knees."
She nodded to indicate she'd heard him, but didn't respond right away, slowly bringing her hands to the clasp of her cloak and unfastening it, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath was not her normal leather armour and sensible pants and shoes, but something new; nothing that would be referred to as sexy by most people, but for Morgan it was quite the venture. Tight dull leather pants and a white shirt of thin fabric that hung off her shoulders and chest, showing all that was underneath if you looked for a moment.
This was an outfit only Neron would ever get to see, but she wasn't about to let him touch - he had to work for that. Looking back to Neron, Morgan took a step forwards and with steel eyes that bore into him despite his height over her, commanded: "Down on your knees."
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
