It's a perfect place to start, really. Starting slow, easing into it, through territory they've crossed before and into new. Not that it does anything for the nervousness more than take the edge off it, make it internal instead of visible or tangible.
It's not nervousness that makes her sigh, lips parting for his kiss, fingertips stroking lightly up and down just above his knee. Definitely not nervousness that makes her taste the wine, the dessert in his mouth, gently exploring again. Long practice lending itself to expertly including, this time, the little nuances and catches of breath that he can feel as they kiss and little movements of lips and tongue that make it more sensual, just a bit. In more ways than she's expressed before, except maybe once or twice.
There's a difference, she reminds herself, between the artifice of skill and the artifice of pretense. She has skills. No reason not to use them.
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Date: 2007-12-28 03:28 pm (UTC)It's not nervousness that makes her sigh, lips parting for his kiss, fingertips stroking lightly up and down just above his knee. Definitely not nervousness that makes her taste the wine, the dessert in his mouth, gently exploring again. Long practice lending itself to expertly including, this time, the little nuances and catches of breath that he can feel as they kiss and little movements of lips and tongue that make it more sensual, just a bit. In more ways than she's expressed before, except maybe once or twice.
There's a difference, she reminds herself, between the artifice of skill and the artifice of pretense. She has skills. No reason not to use them.