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Why do your hands shake, little whore?

Outfits I Own:

14. Fever Sexy Cop Dress from lovehoney.co.uk

http://www.lovehoney.co.uk/product.cfm?p=16113

Domestic bliss. The kind of girl who’ll make a boy a sandwich.

Trying on some new outfits

“Oh, and put on a ribbon around your neck. Tie it with a bow.” She was already half done, and then he throws in something like that, a nonchalant addendum to what was otherwise a somewhat routine set of orders. He usually dressed her. The ribbon, however, was new. 

 And he would couch it in an ‘oh’, as if it was an afterthought. As if he ever had afterthoughts. 

She’d paused, driven to hesitation. That amused him, like so much else, and he watched her as if he could see the cogs whirring at hyperspeed inside her head. But she didn’t say anything, instead moving to her Vanity Mirror, opening one of her many, many jewellery draws and finding just the right ribbon. 

She stared at him as she put it on, feeling her way around that bow, a thousand shoe laces making the movement second nature. The corner of his lips curled, and he just nodded. 

It was only when she was out of the door, on her way to work, that she allowed herself to dwell on it. And by dwell, of course, she meant freak out just a little. 

Two months, and this was the closest she’d come, they’d come, to any sort of symbolic ownership. And it wasn’t even that, even if she came at it from the most optimistic of angles. He’d always liked her neck, and to adorn it in such a way wasn’t out of character in the slightest. 

But that fucking 'oh’. It was too carefully considered. It was too incidental. Everything he did was deliberate, so for anything to be dropped like that, thrown away as if it was nothing, meant that it was everything. 

What did he want her to think?

What did hethink?

What did she think, for that matter? Is this what she wanted? A bit of silk around her neck? The vaguest of hints about who she was, both as a person, and in relation to him?

Maybe she did. Maybe that’s what she’d wanted for the past month or so. Maybe she’d been waiting for this every single morning, that one moment where everything changed. 

Or maybe it was nothing, and he really did just think about it after everything else. 

But that fucking 'oh’…

(viahttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cPWDiUAprw)

Lane twirls and plays with Cinderella and Rapunzel and talks about kissing Flynn Rider. 

Happy Easter!!

‘Everybody wants to live happily ever after’