[If only he had asked anything but that, the most direct and blunt question of all which makes her fall silent. She can't possibly say it! In any case, how could she hope to express that what she wants is not the absence of his touch, but just a more gradual pace? It would sound too vulgar, too unbecoming to say aloud.
Slowly sitting up, cautiously assured that he hasn't been discouraged by her refusal, she turns around, revealing the vulnerable back of her neck and the curve of her hips. But more than the sight of her flesh, she shows him the line of bone and ivory buttons lining all the way down her dress, looking almost translucent in the starlight. On the other side of the frosted glass, she could make out the shadows of automobiles and thinning crowds in the distance, and she is acutely aware that this moment, their moment of peace, is just as temporary as the passing hours.
She reaches up, one hand curling, skimming over the buttons but unable to loosen their fastenings herself. Even without speaking, he should understand what she needs from him.]
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Slowly sitting up, cautiously assured that he hasn't been discouraged by her refusal, she turns around, revealing the vulnerable back of her neck and the curve of her hips. But more than the sight of her flesh, she shows him the line of bone and ivory buttons lining all the way down her dress, looking almost translucent in the starlight. On the other side of the frosted glass, she could make out the shadows of automobiles and thinning crowds in the distance, and she is acutely aware that this moment, their moment of peace, is just as temporary as the passing hours.
She reaches up, one hand curling, skimming over the buttons but unable to loosen their fastenings herself. Even without speaking, he should understand what she needs from him.]
Would you?