His view, nothing: that would be scarring her for life. Definitely the most horrifying thing she'd found herself saying so far, since all the rest, absurd and humiliating as it was, hadn't really had much to do with her. "Ye've got a rare notion of sainthood, t' be sure, me lad."
Wherever his hands were getting their opinions from her nerve endings were in thorough agreement, and the attention her neck was receiving was also doing interesting things to the mass of short circuits that was currently her brain. (Actually, having a bit of an oversensitive neck was worrisome for more than one reason, here, but she was trying not to think about that.) She tried to step her way out of her jeans but, because somehow she'd failed in all this excitement to remember to shuck off her shoes, only managed to throw herself off-balance and fall backwards.
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Date: 2007-09-22 05:12 am (UTC)Wherever his hands were getting their opinions from her nerve endings were in thorough agreement, and the attention her neck was receiving was also doing interesting things to the mass of short circuits that was currently her brain. (Actually, having a bit of an oversensitive neck was worrisome for more than one reason, here, but she was trying not to think about that.) She tried to step her way out of her jeans but, because somehow she'd failed in all this excitement to remember to shuck off her shoes, only managed to throw herself off-balance and fall backwards.