conquistadoradelmar:
The soft light of early morning warmed the window pane and fell gently upon her shoulder, illuminating the line of her clavicle, her bronzed skin a stark contrast to the white muslin of the chemise that she was settling about her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror for the moment in curiosity, brushing her hands down over the chemise, smoothing them over the shallow swells of her breasts, marveling at how… different… she looked out of uniform. It felt strange to be dressing in women’s clothes and she wasn’t sure yet if she liked it or not.
❝ Sí, adelante, ❞ she said, glancing toward the door as she pinned her day gown closed over the front of her stays.
Similarly bronze skinned, dressed in mere white cottons, her man came in. His eyes peered over the landscape of her skin, the hills that propped up out of her body in the form of curves and bone. The journey he had taken to just see it again. ❝Goede morgen, schat.❞ His lips turned into a small smile as he came through the door and within seconds of his words, her forehead receveived a small kiss. Hands travelled to her waist, this gown made her so much more a woman, even Roche was not sure if he liked it or not.















