“A single set.” Her touch travels to his wrist, rubbing over the delicate nub at its waist. “That is all I am asking."
“Your father.” The words are little more than a breath. His body stills beneath her, save for the frantic pulse beneath her fingertips. “He will not approve of it.”
A weak parry. It would take a sterner father than her own to deny a single dance. “Then let us dance out of sight. We will not be missed.”
“My lady–”
What he means to say is lost; her fingers smooth along the vein, and what words he has elide into something softer than a moan.
“Lowen.” She teases the edge of his cuff, a nail slipping just beneath. “Do you not trust yourself alone with a lady?”
“A lady? Yes.” His breath rattles out of his chest. “With you…?”
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Finally finished! My very first work for kiss art february, bodyguard au hakizana co op with @sabraeal :D based on ‘Il bacio’ by Francesco Hayes
