Oddly, it's the wxc that's slowing me down.. I have a rather vividly detailed ExC scene in my mind, so it's hard to think cute when my mind feels so.. Darkly.. Well, it's all down there so you'll see for yourself.
"Christmas is.. That's stupid, I knew it was his birthday, but why would yo-" Yan Lin stopped, as the sharp green eyes rose to hers, but she didn't relieve her grimace when he distanced himself and the redhead turned, flushing. Will was a clever girl, but being foolish with a rebel leader and distracting herself would get her grandchild killed. And Yan Lin had stepped back until now, but Caleb was leading these girls to their death and he knew it. "Yan Lin, I-"
But Yan Lin only passed him the large garbage bag she'd been carrying out, and turned to leave before Caleb could amuse himself with excuses as to why he might be tying this poor girl to his battles. Didn't he see, that Kandrakar had trouble enough? She presumed no; his denial of her inadequacy telling her all too much about him. He was just a child, but he could not afford to be acting like one, if he honestly intended to overcome Phobos.
...
Lord Cedric paused, when her small voice rang out, and he had pulled back the measure in his hands; knowing fine that she would be aware of propriety as he swallowed. She was a small frame of always, but he took a step back, as fumbling hands clumsily reached behind her back; undoing ties, before she began pulling the pale blue garment from her shoulders.
And he could only stare at her back; the chemise revealing itself as she rolled the fabric down - struggling, apparently, when it reached the shallow dip on either side of her center, but something groaned, below the pit of his stomach, when she only moved her fingers up again, and he was glad that she was not turned to face him, because she might expect him to have turned away as she removed the undergarment also; the entire thing sliding down, only to reveal that after months she was still wearing the earthly items; his eyes coursing over the curve of her spine, until the moment that it became hidden beneath a rouge-pink vest. "Y-you can measure me, um, p-properly.. I- You wouldn't want it not to fit."
He nodded, slightly, despite that she could never see him with her face turned away, and he pulled briefly at the tap again, before stepping forward to push it against her back. She seethed, then, and recoiled from the chill his fingers still possessed from being frozen alive, but he bit the inner flesh of his lip until he tasted blood; pressing the end to the nape of her neck and gliding a single finger of his right hand down her spine, pushing the tape against her and feeling himself clenching as he absorbed her curves - the number he ought to have noted never being glanced at as he let the tape roll up again.
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Elyon felt her breaths quiver, as he silently proceeded; one arm curling round her center, before it's quick removal, leaving only a measurement to be discovered as the cold tape was fitted around her waist, and he muttered something to himself before the strip around her fell, and she had no idea where he was going next when nothing happened for a long while. And then they were there. On her upper back again; below her shoulders and evenly above her waist, and she held her breath; her body tensing, as his fingers caressed over the tape, and teased their way beneath her arms; it was all she had for them not to fly to the air, as she obligingly raised them, knowingly forcing out hot air from her lungs and staring forward as his hands continued forward.
They rested there; the tips of his fingers, which clutched the end and the measurement of the band to the center of her chest, and she forced out quivering, stilted breaths; not hearing his at all. Perhaps he had forgotten; he'd keel over at any second, but the idea disappitated when she felt his warm breath dancing through her hair, and she could hear it, heavy now, as it blew past her ears and she forced herself still when the tape dropped, and his hands seemed to retreat, only to press their way - fingers outspread and first - down her sides and her waist and her hips and her- "..E-Elyon.. I.."
He seemed to be struggling for breathe, and she felt sudden fear surge through her; regret that she'd ever let him touch her and a wish that she'd never been so haughty as to undress to the extent that his type of man would already probably call her naked.
"Let the maidens measure you properly."
Elyon breathed out, and turned, but somehow he was already gone; that measuring tape dangling around her feet. But Elyon felt no less fearful, because she'd scared herself, more than he had scared him; leading him on to this nature.. Offering what she was in no state, nor intention to give to him. "C-Cedric.."
