His hands scuttle across her knees and the smooth tops of her thighs. She giggles behind her long spidery fingers with their pink glassy nails and pushes her legs closer together, her toes digging into the carpet beneath him and her skin skidding slightly against the dark leather of the couch. "This is no way for a queen to behave," Dominic says gravely before a wicked expression inches its way across his face. He wedges his fingers between her knees and pries them carefully open before sliding his way into the space that he creates in-between her legs. Dominic likes the pressure she applies to the sides of his ribs as she carefully wraps her legs around his torso and squeezes. In the back of his mind, Dominic wonders what exceptionally miraculous thing he must have done in a past life in order to be able to deserve this, because he doesn't. He doesn't deserve it by a long shot, and he knows it.
He says something to this effect without realizing, and the words pass his lips before he can catch them. She scowls briefly before pulling his face towards her with both hands. Her nails dig slightly into his cheeks; he wants them to leave tiny crescent moon marks on his face like they did the first time this sort of thing happened. She blinks unhurriedly, as if in slow motion, before edging ever closer and catching Dominic's bottom lip between her perfect white teeth.
"Oh yes you do," she says, and smiles against his mouth.
