@hatigave said 「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver | Thomas/Victoria ( my darlings )
His breath is caught in his throat. A hitch, the softest of gasps. It is as if time herself stops and waits, waits simply for them to have a moment in private. To resume what has been kept on hold for the longest of time. Thomas is home, he is alive and well. Heart pounding with vitality, perhaps a few new marks on his skin, but these he will carry well, for it is proof that he has survived.
Their home smells of spring and life. The sweetest scent of earth and warmth, love and passion. He shifts, the bed creaks ever so slightly, and it is all he can do not to stand. To close their distance and touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Good God, he will go mad if he is kept from her a moment longer. Calloused fingers dig into the soft bed sheets, the scent once more hits him. Like grass after a rainy night.
"Victoria..."
It is whispered so softly that only she can hear, then a shuddering breath. She is beautiful. Those brilliant dark waves in her hair curls around her form, her skin so perfect. Lips full and her eyes. Those eyes that stare into his very soul.
"Please,"
With every article of clothing shed, Thomas finds his willpower quickly fading. She cannot simply expect him to sit and watch? Does she not know what this has done to him? These months away at sea, and the only thought on his mind has been her. And now, here she stands, only inches from him with that teasing, sinful, smile upon her perfect features.
He is only a man and she, the Goddess of his heart.