A/N: The following droubble (200 word drabble) was inspired by Lady J Scarlett's fic 'Exeter'. In Chapter 7 there is a scene with Ruth clad in silk robe. She took it in a certain direction whilst I couldn't help myself thinking about the possibilities, took it in another direction. And with her encouragement I decided to post it. So this is dedicated to her. Thanks hon.
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He sees her noticeably shiver. The light robe doing her no favors in the warmth department.
'Are you cold?' he asks.
'Just a little. Serves me right parading around in this,' pulling the silken fabric tighter to her body, tidying the area in front of her.
'Hmm,' he looks at her; at her scantily clad body. She peeks up to see his eyes roaming over her. She feels the heat rise to her cheeks; all the more warm under his gaze.
'I could...help with that you know; warming you.
'Yes?' shaken response.
'Uh huh,' his eyes chocolate depths of desire.
'And h-how so?' playing the game she's unsure of taking part in.
'Well,' he smoothes his hand up her arm. 'It involves me wrapping my arms
around you.' her back to him, he reaches around, takes the tie of her robe and loosens it.
'And for all the intent that this robe has, it has done it's job. Don't you think?' peeling away the fabric from her shoulder.
'And it's job is?' she breathes.
'It's not to keep warm but merely,' whispering into her ear. 'to attract what can keep you warm. Don't you agree?'
'Mmm hmm,' silk falling to the floor.