@wynterlanding sent [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. for Alice
So now they were wrapped up in this whole sneaking around thing. maybe somewhere in the back of her mind Alice knew that was bad, that this would all crash and burn around them at some point if they didn't have an actual sit down, discuss feelings, or maybe even if this meant something or was just mindless sex. Normally this was fast, a rushed exchange of sloppy kisses, an almost panic to get it done quickly so no one could see or find them because well--it was always on set, or in a trailer, never either one's home.
Except right now. Right now Landon had shown up on her doorstep well into the wee hours of the morning, a day she didn't need to be on set at the crack of down. God bless outdoor night scenes. 'Landon?' She questioned softly, felt safe enough to just call him his first name with no one around, and stepped aside to let him in, clad only in this silk night dress. He doesn't speak though, simply stares at her in this knowing way as she closes the door behind him, like maybe before he'd seen her in nothing but this, breasts perked from the chill in her home he would have had something to say. Maybe something important. But it went completely out the window, as he stepped forward, reached for the thin strap of her dress and slowly, almost painstakingly slowly lowered it down her shoulder. A feather light touch along her skin that instantly raised goosebumps. Her breath hitched at such simple contact, blue eyes watching each movement before she looked back up to his face. A silent exchange to keep going. Fuck she was screwed. She was so royally screwed. He intoxicated her every time he looked at her this way. How was she meant to resist him at all? Pretend he didn't mean something to her?
Slowly the other strap was lowered too, and the gown was just big enough that once Alice slipped her arms out of the straps, it slid easily down her body. All that was left was the scrap of fabric that was her panties, and he was just as slow, just as gentle in the way he hooked his thumbs along the waistband and eased them down and out of the way too. That quickly his leading lady was bare before him fully like this for the first time. Dresses were a lovely thing on set, easy to hike up and pull back down, no need to strip down to nothing like this. 'Landon-' This time in such a different tone, breathy, lowered, asking for so much and so little all at once.