[CT] 32.3 - Gifts
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onlysayinghelloThe snap of the velvet box shutting is muffled, a soft muted sound that still has a sharp contrast of sound to it even from his position standing behind her. The line of sight granted to him allows her eyes to catch to his in the mirror. Her features so delicate barely give away any hint of emotion, knowing that there are others still watching. Ladies that had helped draw laces in tighter and aided her in taking a seat before Jack was even allowed entrance to her chambers. There were whispers of rumors, but nothing that anyone could prove beyond that of a woman of stature defining herself merely by the level of company she kept. He was after all a man of her theatre, and the times they shared often were spoken of solely as if it was expected that they would discuss future plans for performances.
A single word dismissed them with a polite curtsy met with Jack's proper bow in return. The exhale of breath she let out was greeted with a smirk upon his features, "My Lady, laced too tight this eve? I'm certain I can assist with such a burden."
Her eyes sparkled in that moment meeting his gaze through the mirror and his smile returned warm and telling that while he could help, he knew that his place... at this moment was not in her bed. This time he had brought her a gift, and she was still quite unsure of what she had done to deserve such a thing.
"You know you still have not told me, if you like it."
The draw of breath in came a moment before her fingertips brushed to the bare spot of skin above the lace detail from the plunging neckline of her gown. His eyes could not help but be drawn downward to gaze where they rest. A step forward pressed his hips to her back as hands reached over her shoulders to open the small box once more. Withdrawing the gold strand the pendant shone in the dim lighting of her room, her own eyes dropping to take in the stone once more. Opening the clasp, Jack allowed both ends to rest between fingertips as his other hand swept loose tendrils of hair away from her neck. The ghost of his touch cooler against the warmth of her skin still feeling the heat from the bath, and the movement of being dressed.
Taking each end into his hands he guided it around her neck, seeing where the stone fell across pale skin, and the chain caught the light as it flickered from a candle that was lit nearby. Closing the clasp and letting it fall against the nape of her neck he once more caught sight of slender fingertips ghosting above the opalescent pendant that was smooth beneath her fingertips.
"Jack..."
Even if she was going to express how much it meant, or how much she loved it Jack didn't really need to hear it. Seeing the look in her eyes, the way it seemed to just fit to her and the way she carried herself was gift enough to him. Leaning down his mouth fit against the curve of her neck a press of his lips to her skin left there a lingering moment too long before he stood and smiled at her.
"It will never outshine your beauty my Lady," Jack stated to her as if it was more than just what he knew, but if it was something everyone knew. Taking his few steps away from her he bowed politely and headed toward the door of her chambers. Pausing for a moment within the frame of the open door he cast her a smile as she watched him leave, "Perhaps my Lady will save me a dance this evening."
Her head bowed with such grace and dignity even as her smile shone bright in her eyes and the curve of her mouth, "Perhaps she shall."
A single word dismissed them with a polite curtsy met with Jack's proper bow in return. The exhale of breath she let out was greeted with a smirk upon his features, "My Lady, laced too tight this eve? I'm certain I can assist with such a burden."
Her eyes sparkled in that moment meeting his gaze through the mirror and his smile returned warm and telling that while he could help, he knew that his place... at this moment was not in her bed. This time he had brought her a gift, and she was still quite unsure of what she had done to deserve such a thing.
"You know you still have not told me, if you like it."
The draw of breath in came a moment before her fingertips brushed to the bare spot of skin above the lace detail from the plunging neckline of her gown. His eyes could not help but be drawn downward to gaze where they rest. A step forward pressed his hips to her back as hands reached over her shoulders to open the small box once more. Withdrawing the gold strand the pendant shone in the dim lighting of her room, her own eyes dropping to take in the stone once more. Opening the clasp, Jack allowed both ends to rest between fingertips as his other hand swept loose tendrils of hair away from her neck. The ghost of his touch cooler against the warmth of her skin still feeling the heat from the bath, and the movement of being dressed.
Taking each end into his hands he guided it around her neck, seeing where the stone fell across pale skin, and the chain caught the light as it flickered from a candle that was lit nearby. Closing the clasp and letting it fall against the nape of her neck he once more caught sight of slender fingertips ghosting above the opalescent pendant that was smooth beneath her fingertips.
"Jack..."
Even if she was going to express how much it meant, or how much she loved it Jack didn't really need to hear it. Seeing the look in her eyes, the way it seemed to just fit to her and the way she carried herself was gift enough to him. Leaning down his mouth fit against the curve of her neck a press of his lips to her skin left there a lingering moment too long before he stood and smiled at her.
"It will never outshine your beauty my Lady," Jack stated to her as if it was more than just what he knew, but if it was something everyone knew. Taking his few steps away from her he bowed politely and headed toward the door of her chambers. Pausing for a moment within the frame of the open door he cast her a smile as she watched him leave, "Perhaps my Lady will save me a dance this evening."
Her head bowed with such grace and dignity even as her smile shone bright in her eyes and the curve of her mouth, "Perhaps she shall."
