This is just a drabble I did for someone. I am not certain if it will be more or not.
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2.0 Silk
Silk. The feel of silk against skin. The gentle caress of silk beneath the tips of fingers. Its cool, smooth surface gliding against the body. V inhaled deeply, pulling himself together. No, no old man. You must not touch. You cannot indulge yourself. Behind the mask his eyes scanned the object of his desire, taking in every fold, the perfect drape of the fabric, the contours of light and shadow. Perfect. So absolutely perfect. Just to touch, just for a second. To feel the silk against my skin.
"V, is something the matter?"
His head snapped up, startled out of his reverie. "Yes, I mean no. No, Evey. Nothing erroneous or sordid going on here. Nothing whatsoever." He backed away quickly, busying himself with the sudden need to place used cutlery and dishware in the sink.
Behind him Evey smiled, watching his back shake slightly as he glanced over his shoulder while reaching for the frying pan. He's embarrassed I caught him. I swear I think there was drool running from the corners of the mask's mouth.
"V"
"Yes," There was a splash as he thrust glove covered hands into soapy water up to the elbows, not caring if it ruined the leather or soaked his doublet. Don't turn around. If you turn around it will be there again. All that luscious, wonderful silk just begging you to touch it. Just wash the dishes old man, just wash the dishes.
Evey's smile grew wider as a coy expression crossed her face. "V, can you give me your opinion on something."
"I will if I am able Evey." Please, please, please don't ask me to turn around. Please just ask me a question. Scrub the pan. Yes, yes, concentrate on scrubbing the pan.
Pushing out her chair, she stood, moving close to him. "You haven't said, do you like my new robe? I found it yesterday in the boxes you brought in."
Scrub the pan, scrub the pan, do not turn around, do not look.
Her hand glided across his shoulder, silently asking him to turn.
'Well?'
He glanced over his shoulder, feeling a shiver run down his spine. "It's lovely." It was a strangled reply from deep within his throat. Scrub the pan, scrub the pan, scrub the god damn pan.
"You didn't even look. You are too busy sloshing water everywhere to actually see it."
"I saw it."
"Not properly you didn't."
Good lord. Scrub the pan. Yes, yes, scrub it. Don't look. Whatever you do, don't look at the silk and how it clings to her. Don't look how it drapes open at her breast giving you a hint of that wonderful valley you wish to bury your face in. Don't look, just scrub the blessed, bloody pan.
A hand landed on his arm, stopping the frenzied scrubbing. "You are going to make a hole appear in its bottom if you aren't careful. Surely by now it is clean."
V glanced down at his arm. SILK, Oh dear lord in heaven, it's the silk and it's against me. It's waiting there for me. Look how it shimmers next to my own attire. Perfect, so bloody perfect.
'V?' Evey looked up into the mask with innocent doe eyes. 'Did you just whimper?'
'No.' His voice sounded tiny and far away, even to him. Look away. Look away. Don't follow it up her arm. Don't, don't, don't. Oh heavens, look how it falls across her shoulder and her hair. Her hair almost as smooth and as enticing as the silk.
Stepping back, Evey released his arm, secretly congratulating herself for the deep panting sounds coming from behind the mask. It did not escape her he was keeping his lower body turned slightly away and pressing it against the doors of the lower cabinets.
'You never answered about the robe.'
Torture. She is doing this to torture me. "I said it was lovely." Where's the pan, must scrub the pan.
With a demure smile, Evey caught his eyes, forcing him to watch her as her small hands reached for the belt of the robe, untying it slowly and letting the silk slip from her shoulders. It hit the floor, in glistening waves.
"So which do you like better V, the silk robe or the silk gown?"
Behind the mask, V's eyes widened and his breath stopped short. Heavens above have mercy on my soul! She didn't just do that. Please tell me she didn't. Yes, yes, yes, she did. Must touch. Can no longer fane control, I MUST TOUCH. I MUST I MUST I MUST!
A knowing smile crept across Evey's face as he advanced on her.
