My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
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Patiently put on shoes
Sylus gently places you down on one of the low stone walls that surround the parking slot of the newly opened fancy restaurant you were about to have dinner at. Be couldn't let the chance go to carry you that short part. That show-off you smile to yourself.
The high-society location is booked out for months, but you aren't surprised that he got a reservation regardless. You both had driven here on his motorcycle, and now you need to change your riding boots to a more fitting choice for your velvety evening dress in the color of liquid fire.
There is only one problem, the tight corset isn't really helping, and you can't bend, even if your life depended on it. But you worry about nothing as Sylus bends to his knees in front of you, peeling the boots from your feet with gentle moves.
"Sylus.?" you mutter irritated. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like, sweetie?" A smug smile accompanied by a crimson glance is thrown up to you. "You can't barely move in this dress."
And with a patience you rarely notice in him, he slips your feet into the black heels. With firm fingers, he wraps the also black satin ribbons around your ankles.
Hot warm fingertips brush your skin, cold from the short ride on the motorcycle and you shudder with an unrecognizable feeling. Along with another thought, one that makes you tremble and chest tighten for a more aching reason as Sylus ties the broad slings together into a simple bow.
"You are skilled with this..." you give the nasty feeling inside you words "...have you helped many women into their shoes after going for a ride?"
Sylus's figure seems unfazed as he slowly strokes his knuckles along your ankle and up your bared calves from the jogh slit in your dress. As his hand arrives at your knee, blazing and hypnotizing glowing red eyes lock you into place.
"You think, I bend for any other woman than you?" and then both his hands find their way on the little wall, placed right beside your hip. His sharp face gets close to you until it's only inches apart. "Only you can make me kneel." Suddenly two fingers are on your chin, lifting your face to meet his lips. "I have never wanted anyone than you, my queen."
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