brookecrowlvy:
“Maybe you are.” Or perhaps he was in a nightmare, she had to refrain from saying. Once his hands touched Brooke Crowley, there was no knowing on what she’d do afterwards. Perhaps she’d never let him leave her side, if he were good enough at doing what she said. Although, the fact that he even had taken the sunscreen from her had proved a worthiness that most others wouldn’t have earned. Truthfully, they would have spat in her face and called her spoiled.
Brooke began to purr slowly, mostly because of the feeling of his fingers gliding over her softened skin, and also for dramatics. Did she want to make him feel good or uncomfortable? There was a fine line in her eyes. When he’d reached a knot, he had definitely earned his spot as he was able to relinquish it without a second thought. Feeling the relaxation she’d longed for, she twisted her head to watch him begin, or what she believes he’s about to do, undo his belt buckle. “You really think I’m going to let you quit there? There’s so many other places you need to do first.” She stated, although teasingly. “Then maybe I’ll see if you’ve proved worth enough.”
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Maybe you are, he knows not to take that too seriously and yet he beams from the idea that someone might not think he’s a nightmare instead. And somehow it feels like this whole situation might be a dream, or some strange stress nightmare, when the woman is purring and moving and reacting under his hands. It wigs him out as much as it entices him, short circuiting his brain in spurs every time she makes a noise.
He starts to take pride in the work he’s done when she lets him no there’s more space to be massaged, and he’s lighting up a boyish smirk at her that this may be some kind of challenge. Or is it flirting? No way, the mere thought of it has his proud expression faltering slightly, nerves creeping up at the idea that he might be actually wooing someone. He speaks before he can think on it too long, fingers still wrapped around his belt as he talks. “Proved worthy? I didn’t know I’d be getting tested today.” He thinks she’s being dramatic, and he thinks he might like that about her. “What else ya need? An’ lemme tell you these hands don’t come cheap,” he lifts them for show, wriggling his fingers, “that first one was a freebie but now you gotta make it worth my while.” He jokes, knowing he would comply with her wishes either way, settling easily into the role of her pet for lack of a better term. “Hell, maybe buy me dinner first.”
