#chloromancing

          This isn’t her usual position.

          Usually she has Margot in her lap, insistent and overwhelming–overwhelming in a pleasant way. Sometimes she wonders if Margot knows what it’s like, when she’s surrounded by the scent of her perfume, pinned by the softness of her skin, with Margot urging her to touch, and the sensation of lace under her hands, of straps and clasps to undo, and how Margot’s hips will start to slowly, deliberately grind. How close Jane always is to a loss of self-control.

          That’s why they couldn’t do that tonight. Not when Margot looks like that. Not when she has gold curls pouring over her shoulders and her face gorgeous and aglow and not when she’s wearing that red, red dress.

          Jane, in an unusual position: kneeling in front of Margot where she sits. Her glasses are abandoned on the side table, with the candy she’s barely touched. She cups the back of Margot’s leg, takes her ankle in her other hand, and lifts just slightly to meet her lips as she bows her head and kisses, first, the strong line of bone at the front of her calf, then up, and she pushes the hem of the dress out of her way, and kisses the dimple of her rounded knee.

          She looks up at Margot. For the first time, she doesn’t have a question or a command. Jane has run out of words: she needs Margot’s now.

prompt: send🍆 to send an intentional nude.    ↳  status: accepting.