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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 8:54:03 GMT -5
*Lizzie sure did like it when Alex made that noise. Made it because of her. It gave her a sense of pride that she couldn't explain. Things were better like this, on their sides. There was less urgency, a promise of patience, but then again...it was less...pressing. She wasn't sure how long she was supposed to be doing anything in particular. She tried to focus on Alex's neck and collarbone, to make her make that sound again, but her shirt was in the way. She rubbed the back of her fingers just inside the shirt, slipping them over Alex's skin as she moved her hand back to the buttons. Just a few more. Wouldn't be too bad and she wouldn't have to fight so hard to get at what she was aiming for. As she unbuttoned more of Alex's shirt, she slipped her hand down the open length of the shirt, caressing the buttons with her thumb as her fingers savored the warmth of Alex's skin. And...wait. Not skin. More fabric. Lizzie's brow furrowed. A corset? Why would she...under boy clothes? Wait...not a corset. She leaned back slightly, but didn't let go, instead trying to look in Alex's shirt without thinking about how she might look for it.*
"Whatd'ya got in there?"
*The question came across as very confused, but her tone was innocent.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 14:58:32 GMT -5
*Alex sighed again and allowed Lizzie better access; but at the girl's innocent question, her eyes flickered open and she had the unpleasant feeling she was blushing.*
"Only what you've got; only... since I dress as a boy, I have to hide them. Doesn't do, in most circles, to be caught out as a lady in men's trousers. Pinches a bit but then it's better than a corset, in my opinion."
*She cocked her head and placed a hand on Lizzie's narrow waist, wishing she could feel more than the boning of that garment.*
"Does it bother you?"
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 15:02:41 GMT -5
*It was Lizzie's turn to blush. She released the fabric and chewed her lip, trying to find a place to focus her eyes that wasn't Alex's own or her chest.*
"Nah. I mean...would you...you know, be more comfortable without it? Here, I mean."
*It could have been a line, but the innocence in her voice was unmistakable.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 15:18:47 GMT -5
*Alex tried to catch her eyes.*
"I would," *she said honestly.* "But I thought those might be some bits that are too girly for you, as yet."
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 15:23:35 GMT -5
*Lizzie's gaze met hers for a passing moment and she shrugged and shook her head. She wanted to tell her that it didn't matter, that she'd be all right with it, but she wasn't so sure.*
"I...I could...not look, if you wanted to take that part off."
*She winced slightly, knowing that it must sound so horrible. But she was trying. It was a lot to take in at one time.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 15:38:43 GMT -5
*Alex's heart went out to her. She wished she could tell the girl she didn't have to try so hard.*
"When I do that, Lizzie, I want it to be because you want me too. Just as... just as I'd want you to be comfortable with what you show me."
*She leaned forward to whisper in Lizzie's ear.*
"We've all the time in the world, luv," *she said, then tugged gently at Lizzie's earlobe.*
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 15:44:03 GMT -5
But you know that our sueauthors don't have that kind of patience. Mine sure as hell doesn't.
"Show 'ya?"
*Realization hit Lizzie and she turned beet red.*
"Oh. I mean...yeah."
*She sucked her lip, trying to sort out her feelings.*
"Well, maybe..."
*She swallowed nervously as her fingers shifted back to the buttons of Alex's shirt.*
"If yer keepin' it on fer now...could I...open the rest?"
*She looked up to Alex with a timid, but sweetly questioning glance.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 16:26:00 GMT -5
*Alex smiled gently.*
"As you wish," *she said. At this point, she thought, she'd let Lizzie do anything.*
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 16:40:22 GMT -5
*With a simple eagerness, Lizzie's eyes lit up as she went to work, daintily unbuttoning the rest of Alex's shirt. It was strange to see the muslin underneath. Without thinking, she traced the fingertips of one hand over the taunt fabric, right over the center of Alex's chest. She was just curious. She pursed her lips for a moment, as she came to a realization.*
"Can you...feel anything? 'Ya know...through it?"
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 17:00:02 GMT -5
*Alex had to suppress a hiss of frustrated desire; desire for bare skin, and Lizzie's hands on it.*
"A bit," *she said.* "But not much. It still feels nice, you know."
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 17:33:41 GMT -5
*Lizzie nodded, accepting the information as she scooted closer to Alex. Slowly, almost instinctively, she lowered her lips to the skin just above the binding, kissing it tenderly. She drew her hand up under the shirt to slip it off Alex's shoulder, steering her attentions higher, over collarbone and neck. Near her ear, Lizzie whispered softly.*
"Is...that better?"
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 18:26:29 GMT -5
*Alex squirmed beneath her touch.*
"Oh... yes," *she sighed.* "You're a natural, Lizzie."
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 18:58:32 GMT -5
*Lizzie scooted closer still, so their chests were almost touching as she draped her arm around Alex, gently resting against her and slipping her fingers under the shirt to stroke the skin at the base of her neck. She shut her eyes and sucked her lip, as if thinking of sucking something else.*
"'Ya know...it would be easier...without it. The shirt, I mean. Unless it's part of the complicatin'."
*She smiled softly.*
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Post by Alex on Sept 27, 2007 21:27:52 GMT -5
*Alex tried not to look too eager and she shucked her shirt off.*
"Oh, anything to make it easier," *she said.* "I think the world is far too complicated already."
*Shirtless, she reached out for Lizzie, liking the feel of her arms draped across her, of the soft rise and fall of her chest.
One day, she vowed, she'd get a look at that.*
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 27, 2007 22:01:07 GMT -5
*Lizzie marveled at the sight before he for a moment. It was easier to see like this, even with the binding. The curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. How could she have ever been so foolish? Alex wasn't just a woman, she was a fine looker at that. She traced a finger down over her shoulder to her side, caressing downwards, over the fabric further until she reached the waistband of Alex's trousers. She studied it as if it were something foreign, something new. Which it kinda was. Her finger slipped beneath the band to the first knuckle, happy to have found skin once again. She smiled at the sensation of Alex's warm skin against her own.*
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