[He slips the dress over her head and smooths it out on her body, chuckling at the chirped yes sir! as he begins to lace the back.
What she says as he's lacing, though, that gives him food for thought. Heirs...it really is high time for that, isn't it? He's been delaying long enough.
(And, well, even if he had the upper hand over Byron in the end, he can't deny that the man has good genes...)
He ties a neat bow at the top and plucks her off the bed, sets her on her feet in front of him.]
That's a conversation for tonight, isn't it, my dear girl? I'd hate for us to be late to breakfast.
[His hands glide over her hips before he lets go of her completely.]
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Date: 2013-08-23 04:52 am (UTC)What she says as he's lacing, though, that gives him food for thought. Heirs...it really is high time for that, isn't it? He's been delaying long enough.
(And, well, even if he had the upper hand over Byron in the end, he can't deny that the man has good genes...)
He ties a neat bow at the top and plucks her off the bed, sets her on her feet in front of him.]
That's a conversation for tonight, isn't it, my dear girl? I'd hate for us to be late to breakfast.
[His hands glide over her hips before he lets go of her completely.]