it takes several minutes of concentrated effort for her breathing to even out , to return to some semblance of normality. head rests heavy against the bare expanse of his chest , dark curls sticking fast against skin , haphazardly falling ‘round her shoulders. an undeniable mess. ‘ there’s this charity event … I’m expected to make an appearance. ’ to drag herself from within the confines of her mausoleum and into the company of civilized society. put on a nice dress , and throw a considerable amount of money at some new hospital wing or children’s home , may can’t even be bothered to recall the precise details at the moment for they are so utterly uninteresting. watching grass grow was more appealing than making small talk with her fellow wealthy elite that would smile pleasantly to her face , then start to whisper the moment her back was turned.
she knows what they think. knows that most thought her at least mildly mad even before this particular rumor began to spread. it’s yet another thing she cannot bring herself to care about. may had outgrown them long ago.
‘ it’ll be dreadfully dull. and filled to the brim with vultures. ’ if she were trying to sell him on the idea , she’s doing quite poorly. ‘ but you could accompany me , if you wanted. ’ and perhaps that’s why she’d waited until this moment to bring it up , naked in her bed. because there’s a level of intimacy in the proposal that brings with it a certain level of dread. glad for the position of their bodies that prevents her from actually seeing his reaction.
‘ it will run quite late , of course. you wouldn’t be expected to drive back at the late hour. not when I live so much closer. as you well know , I have the space to accommodate you , were you to decide to attend … ’
it’s indicative of successful bond , the perception of his ability to show interest in events of none such interest at all . her question is spoken in the need for reassurance , justification for his attendance . being needed , among other varying forms of dependence , is of the ultimate desire for thomas . smile remains only behind eyes she cannot see , failing to touch tongue or cheek . stoic in the face of an ask akin to a beg . purposeful concealment of excited emotion .
‘ i’m very sociable man , ay ? i’m just not a sociable man if the talk to be had is of no interest to me . ’
glasses rest upon edge of nose . the raise of brow and perk of lip corner gives secret admission only to curiosity . digits drag lazily across naked skin of back , edges of nail tickling confines of shoulder muscle . how delightful it is , the pure vulnerability of the woman beneath him .
‘ but you weren’t asking about my preference of company , may , were you ? you were asking me to be your date . ’
quick dip of hand to her collarbone , then breast .
‘ and my answer’s yes . i will attend . ’
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