valiantrebel: ('tis a woman's fault)
Harry Percy, Hotspur of the North ([personal profile] valiantrebel) wrote in [personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2013-04-07 04:31 am (UTC)

He laughs, softly. Some might recognize, in some part of it, relief. "As you will, Lady Percy."

He circles behind her and, after some unknotting, begins to tug the laces free. There, at the nape of her neck, the delicate rise of her bones. He presses his lips there as his hands keep moving and the dress loosens around her.

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