Prompt: watch me unravel/accents
Men with accents had never been a big turn on for her. All her friends seemed to think that Colin Farrell or Clive Owen or Benicio Del Toro were so hot just because of the way their voices sounded. Mandy had never agreed. She didn't think accents were very attractive at all.
At least until she met Nick Stokes. Nick's Texas accent was subtle, worn away during the years he'd lived in Vegas. At this point, it was barely an accent at all, appearing only when he said certain words, or when he was tired or angry.
Or aroused. Nick had a fine way of shaping words when he was aroused, they seem to take forever for him to say, for him to ease out in the drawl of his.
When he kissed the back of her neck, her name had a special curve to it to go along with the curve of his lips. And when they kissed, when she touched from him, he sighed in a way that was uniquely his.
The words he whispered against her breasts, her stomach, between her legs, had a special symphony to them, sounds that made her toes curl and her heart beat so fast she thought she'd pass out.
When they were making love, when he was inside of her, her fingers digging into his back, and his hands running all over her body the way he said her name, the way he gasped and groaned was like no one else in the world.
Men with accents never turned her on.
But Nick Stokes did with just four little words.
i I love you, Mandy. /i