Sookie lets out a soft hum through her exhale, lips slightly parted to allow for the trickle of water down her face, wetting lips slightly too dry from the late autumn air. Breathing in, she feels the warmth of the shower seep through her body, and upon hearing Kisuke's voice reverberating through the small room, closes her eyes to drown in the sound. He has a friendly voice, she thinks, though it's more sobered now than it had been when they met.
The fingers in her hair relax her to the point of drowsiness, and so Sookie traces her own hands along her body, tracing invisible lines and drawing against her own curves. Round one breast, then down the center, over to the cut of her hip.
"You could say the same thing about my body, or anyone's, couldn't you? You're not completely born with it, not as much as you are a face. It reflects what you do," she points out, fighting the urge to lean back against his body, skim thrumming with the unfamiliar distance. Eric and Bill, they could have been pressed flush against her back by this point. "But you weren't lookin' at mine like it's just a tool."
Down, along the cut of her hip, fingers tracing gently between her thighs.
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The fingers in her hair relax her to the point of drowsiness, and so Sookie traces her own hands along her body, tracing invisible lines and drawing against her own curves. Round one breast, then down the center, over to the cut of her hip.
"You could say the same thing about my body, or anyone's, couldn't you? You're not completely born with it, not as much as you are a face. It reflects what you do," she points out, fighting the urge to lean back against his body, skim thrumming with the unfamiliar distance. Eric and Bill, they could have been pressed flush against her back by this point. "But you weren't lookin' at mine like it's just a tool."
Down, along the cut of her hip, fingers tracing gently between her thighs.