through the corner of his eye with his back towards his coworker, dion watched meredith, wary. standing in front of the full - length mirror, her reflection revealed mottled purple bruises under the harsh light of the dressing room. she hurriedly applies make - up, in an attempt to hide her latest brutal exchange away from view.
how unsightly. what would their handler think ?
but at least, meredith compensates for her battered appearance with her attire for tonight’s show. the silk left little to the imagination as it outlined the slopes and curves of her lithe frame. there was a slight upturn to his lips, as the blond moved closer to her from behind. a pale hand made its way to the hem of her lingerie, idly playing with the fabric between his fingers.
“ who knew you looked so appealing in red, mer’ ? ” his motions slowed, pressing in and touching, fingers grazing across bare skin. the corners of his mouth turned upward some more, not yet a smirk. “ but you would suit anything i am sure, any colour would go to accentuate your beauty. ” @burningism.
