[She wriggles farther back on the bed, enough to get out from under him and rearrange. That garter belt is really just a hindrance now, and so she also takes this moment to undo each of the clips and flick open the clasp in back with practiced ease, dropping the garment lightly to the side. Better. The stockings stay on, as do the lace knickers, though she toys with them, running her thumb just under the waistband so the sharp curve of her nail is outlined against the fabric. Taking them off would be more than a minor adjustment, however, and she thinks she might even make him ask for it.
With a coy smile, she withdraws her hand and slides back into position—this time with both legs hooked firmly around behind him. In a bizarre juxtaposition of the dainty and the indecorous, she even manages to cross her ankles.]
Now, where were we?
[It's said more out of habit than as a question that really needs answering—she's always been a bit talky in bed during the spaces when her mouth isn't occupied with less coherent noises (or just plain occupied). It helps her to stay rooted in the moment. Otherwise, her mind is apt to wander.]
/confetti and streamers
With a coy smile, she withdraws her hand and slides back into position—this time with both legs hooked firmly around behind him. In a bizarre juxtaposition of the dainty and the indecorous, she even manages to cross her ankles.]
Now, where were we?
[It's said more out of habit than as a question that really needs answering—she's always been a bit talky in bed during the spaces when her mouth isn't occupied with less coherent noises (or just plain occupied). It helps her to stay rooted in the moment. Otherwise, her mind is apt to wander.]