#iscbelas

Hi words ease a smile out of her despite her nervousness and she flushes a bit, cheeks pink. “Perhaps not, but I say you’ve earned it.” She stands before him as he reclines on the bed, wine in hand, and his eyes follow her every movement as she slowly pulls down one sleeve of her robe. The skin of her shoulder is exposed and she does the same for the other, letting it ease down to expose the length of her neck and the top of her breasts. 

She continues even further, letting the robe slide to puddle at the floor until she stands before him in only her underthings. The delicate rose-colored lace is of the highest make from Orlais and she’d gone scarlet when her mother had sent them but she could hardly refuse the opportunity to show them off. Olyver sucked in a breath at the sight of them and she swore she saw his eyes going a bit hazy when she brushed her fingers over her stomach. 

Heat trailed over her skin as she stood there but she held up a hand when he went to rise. “Ah, ah, musn’t touch.” Her smirk grew when he settled back down as she eased one strap down her shoulder and undid the ribbon holding the top piece together. It too joined the robe on the floor but she took her time with the ribbon on the bottoms, holding his gaze as they fell.