The Goddamned Splendor

He came in an hour ago to discuss something suspicious he’d noticed in one of the lesser noble houses on Janus, but she had been changing into an afternoon dress and he’d lost his train of thought after the initial brief.

It’s easy to fall into bed with him, warm and comfortable. He never seems more at ease, than when he’s kissing her or going down on her or sucking at her nipples.

It’s something she thinks about often ever since she noticed it. How his tirelessly working mind seems, however briefly, to shut off when his mouth is otherwise engaged.

She leans up slowly from the pillow, bracing herself on one arm. He blinks at her, pulling his lips back from her skin.

Without a word she reaches out with her free hand pressing her middle and index fingers against his lips. For a moment he’s perplexed, she can see it in his gaze. He opens his mouth to say something and she takes the opportunity to push her fingers between his lips.

He closes his mouth around them almost on reflex. She lets the pads of her fingertips rest against his tongue. They’re still, looking at each other. Their breaths rise and fall in sync for a moment.

He swipes his tongue back and forth over her fingers, testing before he starts to suck on them. He exhales heavily through his nose.

She tilts her head and lets him, feeling the wet and pleasant heat of his mouth and watching as his eyes drift closed. She pushes her fingers further in, down to the second knuckle and he sighs again, running his tongue along the seam between the digits. He pillows his head against her thigh as he sucks at them.