Elmira wanted to do something, but it was so easy to break the spell. It was rare that it happened; it was rare that her heart sped up just from the scent of a man, and she didn’t want it to end. Even her alcohol-influenced brain could figure that out. She wanted to stay in this bubble, hyper-aware of Sven’s body beneath her, Sven’s breath ghosting over her skin, Sven’s hand touching her waist so lightly it felt like a whisper.

But she needed to do something or the bubble would burst on its own.

She lifted her head up, looked into Sven’s eyes, took his hand, and waited for whatever happened.

Sven brushed his thumb against the side of her hand, not averting his eyes.

Her breath caught, but she forced herself to exhale, slowly, quietly. If she held her breath for too long she would have to let out some kind of a sound, and she didn’t want to.

Don’t break the spell.

Elmira stroked Sven’s fingers one by one, lingering, patient… so, so careful she was barely moving at all. Her blood was surging, her skin so sensitive she could feel everything clearly, every line of Sven’s skin.

Sven’s eyes were black in the dim light, and he looked sinister with the five o’ clock shadow he was sporting and his alabaster skin. He looked damn sexy, too. Elmira could appreciate it even if it was not really her thing.

Something in Sven’s eyes made her feel bolder than usual and she pulled Sven’s hand close to her mouth. She saw the slight change in Sven’s features, saw the twitch of his upper lip and it made her grin.

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She lay on top of Sven for a long while, her face still buried in Sven’s neck, Sven’s hand stroking her back, softly, gently. Affectionate. Elmira didn’t know what to think of that. She didn’t know what to think of any of it, but it didn’t matter. Sven took things as they were, didn’t push, didn’t demand, didn’t need.

Elmira finally looked up, watched Sven with careful eyes, but she saw nothing that would make her want to leave. Sven didn’t stop petting her, and she wanted to tell him that she was not a kitty. She wouldn’t, though. It would ruin the moment. Instead she leaned closer, and kissed Sven, closed lips, dry, soft. Nothing behind it but gratitude. Sven smiled against her mouth, then grabbed her neck and pulled her head to the side, whispered in her ear, “Anytime, baby.”

It was maybe unusual, she certainly had never done this sh*t before. Elmira kissed Sven’s cheek, hands in his hair.

Easy.

She was too drunk to make sense of this.

So she would just enjoy it.

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