“ you get to look at me all night. ” but she'll acquiesce — crosses room, finishing placing the last earring on as she comes to stand between his knees. it's a dagger of a dress with the low dip along her spine, sharp and all exposed skin. it's the mission: infiltration & espionage. in, slide through the party of dignitaries, leave listening devices in her wake. catch what she can by ear as she does. but it's been years since she's actively participated in it. palms spread across shoulders as she stands, not taking final step closer to him so he's welcome to take it all in. in all her years, she's had men look at her in every way imaginable. none of them the same way james barnes looks at her. SHE HASN'T TIRED OF IT. she won't. thumbs graze back ‘n forth over his neck where her hands rest, weight shifting on heels to change angle to show her bare back. “ is that better? ” lips curve into wry grin as she peers down at him. she’ll keep coming back — they've got forever to keep this, them, going. “ this is easy. you'll be right where you can see the room. in and out. few hours at most. there's nothing to worry about. ”
@rotstern: come here, let me look at you.
