Re: Fuzzy Bracelets

[Leo]

If she had asked him, the day of the Halloween party to kiss her, he would have said no. If she had asked him that very same question the day he had all those Easter presents and he came across her at the bar he would have said no then as well. He knew that he would. But as of right now, kissing her in front of his desk with handcuffs strewn about his mind could not think of any justified reason for saying 'no'. He could not think of any solid reason from breaking away from her and since she was not resistant - but accepting as she was - why should he say no and stop?

The motions of her hands upon his neck and shoulders were encouraging and if he had not hung up his jacket before leaving the office to meet her he would have done so now. How were her hands now? If they were giving off the same warmth as they had when he touched them earlier then right now it was not noticed. A smile from him entered the kiss and he pressed in deeper. The slightest lift of his head took their connection a breath apart only to have his lips part and connect to hers again. With how close they were he felt a shift in her weight as her foot lifted. He didn't see the action and didn't need to. That arm secure around her waist he leaned back enough that when he took the three inch step backwards her standing foot would not drag but she would move before gently putting her back down.

Leo could be an aggressive man, that was the side of him that resided for his other work and the reason why he had not thought he was good for her, but those thoughts were muted and his hands were greedy and the one in her hair left it's station and moved downward. His Gaitto may have thought that he was about to pull away from her because of how the arm about her waist was loosening as well, but this wasn't the case. His hands gathered at her side and together they smoothed down the curve of her hips in the short skirt, Leo even made a small bend of his knees to lower his position. With the bend and hands under her hips to feel the bare skin he lifted her in a single motion, careful not to break the kiss of his own doing.

The man could lift a lot of weight - not that she was heavy to him at all - and so the position was no issue. To make sure that she felt safe his right arm turned upwards to brace her back, his legs pushed between hers to make sure he was clear for walking. If all were right then Leo would carry her forward and to the couch in his office. He wouldn't drop her but she would feel his muscles tighten, as the Spaniard would take to a knee to lower her down with ease. The couch was comfortable and covered outside in brown velvet. It sank in enough for ease and cushions were wide enough that a person could comfortably nap - which he sometimes did.

After he placed her down on the couch his hand moved from under her and where would it go but to the top of her thigh. His fingers squeezed in before they began to travel down her leg to the knee.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

She would of not asked Leo to kiss her, not for the first time. She thought asking someone to taste you because you were curious was a different thing. But he had kissed her, when she asked him, and she was not going to complain about that. Maybe without knowing that was really what she had wanted all along? Exactly why should he stop.

Her hands would still have the same warmth, from when she had touched him earlier, the warmth really never went away. She was unaware of it, except for when people brought it to her attention. It was not something that she had before her other side had been awoken. If his only thoughts had been on the fact of her hands that might have been a pity. When his pressing in was deeper after the smile, then he pulled back just a hair breath between them, a small almost whimper sound escaped. But she would not have the time to notice the sound that had come from her, or have it register for Leo’s mouth had pressed back to her own. Her own lips parting slightly following his lead. She was a bit oblivious to the fact that they had just moved.

If he had not had an aggressive side she would never have known what it was like to be kissed by him. Having a job like he did it was good that he had that aggressive side, it probably served him well, in more then one area. When his arm did loosen, she had a feeling that he was going to pull away, and her eyes peeked open. As his hands moved down, and he bent, with out him trying to break the kiss her own head tilted in what ever way it would need too. With the feeling of his hands upon the bare skin, it did not startle her, not even when she felt him lift her upwards.

Even though he could lift a lot of weight, she would never doubt that, but then again, she wouldn’t doubt much. When he moved with his legs between hers, to make sure he could walk, her own legs would move upwards, she was already being held, and moved to wrap around Leo’s waist. Which would of freed up any obstacle that her legs might have been to his walking. Her right hand would let go of his shoulder, and move to wrap around his neck, though not pulling on his neck. The other hand would stay upon his shoulder for the moment.

As she was rather wrapped up in her hero she would feel every movement of the walk to the couch. The tightening up as he would kneel, was felt just the same, right before she felt the couch suddenly under her. Once she was lowered, her hand that was still upon his shoulder moved to the side of his face, where fingers would press lightly against his cheek. Honestly, the softness of the couch was currently lost on her, though she would be grateful for that later.

[Leo]

When he placed her upon the couch he thought that maybe she would remove her legs from around his waist, but she hadn't. He knew why she would when they were moving - and truthfully he had no complaints about it now - but now it only pushed the eagerness that he felt upwards. Regrettably now he took his other hand from around her and pushed it into the space on the couch next to her neck and drew up his left leg to rest on his knee. There was the pressure he felt of her legs about his waist and back but he was only moving up enough to keep their middle section from touching. He did not want her to think she should remove her legs so he kept his other hand upon it, caressing the skin as his fingers traveled back and forth.

Leo was starting to feel the warmth of her hands now, might be because they were on his face, and a light sigh was given during one of the moments for air. That warmth was not the only thought in his mind, there was something a lot more desirable and that something had her arms and legs about him. The kiss started to change. At the start when they were standing it had bared on the side of light and gentle but now it grew deeper, parting her lips and testing her own with his tongue. A tug on her bottom lip now and again as he began his assault. The warmth from her was only adding more heat to his fire.

He let go of his supporting arm as a brace and took the weight on his knee instead so that his fingers could go to the side of her shirt. If it was tucked in they grabbed at the folds and pulled it out and if it wasn't then they traveled along the baseline hem and flirted with any skin that was revealed before his hand eased on her side and pushed up. The immediate goal of the hand was to fully rest his hand on the bare skin of her side and turn to rub over her stomach before gliding back over to travel up the side of her torso.

The hand on her traveled back up her leg until he felt the bottom curve of her hip and then it moved and settled to grace along her neck and the upper part along her chest, collar bone and shoulder. His hand was only a little safer up there than it would have been traveling under her skirt.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Honestly, she had thought about it, removing her legs from him. The thought had only been fleeting. If he had tried to back away she would of released him from her hold. She would not of been happy but she would of let go. She was rather enjoying being close to him. When he went to move, she would of made a movement if she thought that it would make things easier on Leo. But then he moved his hand, his fingers gently caressing, which in her mind was saying that she did not have to move, so she did not.

The warmth was probably more noticeable when it was pressed against his face, unlike other parts of his body, they were not hot to where if she left them upon him that he would feel a burn or anything. It was more of a normally soothing warmth. Though if it had changed she wouldn't know, and it should not change, unless her other form was coming out. Her eyes, the few times that they did open, were still the normal hazel and not any of the shades of purple that they became when she was about to change into her other form. She was not feeling any fear. Now, when Leo's mouth was over hers and parting her own lips, they well they did part at the feel of his tongue. There was not thought, there was natural reaction, to what Leo was doing. Her eyes had widened just a moment, but they drifted to at least half way closed if not completely.

The shirt was the small vest, that did peek a boo a flat stomach, so his hand would find the hem rather easily. Feeling his hands there was a small noise out of her into the kiss, once more it was a sound that she did not know had come from her, so it would not be acknowledged by her. She might not of even heard it, over the sounds that were going on in her head, pretty much it was all about the fact that her hero was kissing her and touching her. And how strong he was. The normal things. Not that her thoughts were staying focused, they were locking little things away, for later. It wasn't that she didn't know that Leo was touching her, no because her skin was singing with little tingles, which she thought was rather strange or she would of if her mind had any thinking power. It would come to her later, after she left the place, and was once more in her room.

She was not just still the whole time that Leo's hands had moved along her. When Leo had gotten into his new position, her right hand would move from its spot, slowly finger tips moving with a feather light caress, down from the side to his front, fingers stopping near the buttons of his shirt. They paused just a moment, before trying to figure out if the buttons were all done up or not. If they were, fingers would undo a few buttons unless he moved. Either way, if she had to undo a few buttons, not all of them mind you, or if they were open enough for her to do so, her hand would slip inside of his shirt to touch the flesh of his chest. The left hand moved at the same time to run down his side, moving around him, and running up his back, with a light, yet firm touch. Moving towards his side and then the front near his arm, before it moved to his shoulder again, fingers pressing against him, in a holding onto him sort of way.

[Leo]

And from her own mouth he would swear that she made a sound. It was not one that would throw him off of the current task but it was one that encouraged him to continue.

Leo eased forward putting a small bit of pressure upon the back of her thighs as those legs were still about him and in the kiss - with the aid of his hand on her cheek
- tipped her head back. Holding the position his tongue slipped past her lips. It contacted with her tongue to briefly encircle it, and then his mouth started to pull from hers.

The hand that was at her side and moving up stopped when the fingertips brushed bottom of her breast (or the bra if that came first). Fingers walked down on her side before hand flattened out and he gave a possessive squeeze to her side. When he felt her undo a few of the buttons on his shirt there was no protest. Thanks to her his skin was warm and there was only a hint of hair around the center of his belly. Slight give in his skin but the Spaniard did not sport a six-pack like some others; he had a thin but strong frame. His mouth pulled from hers and he kissed the under portion of her jaw. A downward trail began to her collar. Now that he wasn't kissing her lips he thought that maybe he would be able to lead his way into stop.

Good thing that none of the workers would disturb unless him when he was working with someone else unless the need was important. The people on staff could handle the people that came in. Leo brushed his lips from her neck and up to her ear while his fingers caressed at her side. He kissed her lobe once before speaking softly "You don't make it easy to stop." But decorum dictated that he should before he started to take advantage of the situation and progress it to a point she may not want?

All the same, he didn't know full what she wanted and she had not tried to stop him so far. If she were uncomfortable he thought that she would. Before she had a chance to say anything in return, that is if she was, he kissed her again deeply and eased a bit more of his weight down. Still supporting much of his own weight he would not be heavy but his Gaitto was not going to slip from him either.

Kiss was held a bit longer before he broke it and kissed the other side of her neck. Leo's hand that was at her side moved and pressed down on the couch so his hand and arm could once again move around her back, maybe even cause her to arch into him.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

He would know better then she, about noises that was, because sometimes those things were easily missed. If she had sounded like she was in pain or struggling, she had not a single doubt, that Leo would stop. Trusting.

When he moved his hands, to tilt her head back how he wished it, she moved rather easily, her eyes were closed. Head tilted at his movement, before his tongue did slip and circle around her own. And just like that he was moving his mouth away from her own. But she did not speak, because the last time he did such he kissed her again, and her words would have been lost.

The bra would indeed come first, so he would feel a small wire at the base of the bra, and lace, for the bra was the white lace. She had chosen very female undergarments, in that aspect, and they had to match! That was the one thing she was very particular on, she liked when things matched, like those. The small squeeze caused her to move just a bit, almost a wiggle, it did not hurt, it rather tickled a bit. It was probably just how his fingers had landed. Gwen had not a clue what a six pack was, she had not ever willingly touched a man, to explore as she was currently with Leo. It was as if she felt a safeness where she was at, even in such conditions, as she always felt with him. Her head was still tilted from where he had positioned her, and her eyes flew open, the normal hazel color was gone, instead they were blue, a bright blue. That was nothing to worry about, nothing strange was going to happen, like wings sprouting or anything. She took in a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling even as her eyes started to close once more. The hand that was grasping his shoulder, the fingers sunk down, with more pressure. Her head would tilt to the opposite side as his mouth moved to her collar bone. This time a small moan escaped her, she noticed of her noise, but her hands were both upon Leo, so neither could fly up to cover her mouth. Her eyes had opened once more, and it might seem odd, but she was blushing, almost as if she was looking to see if he had heard that. Oh how embarrassing!

Not that would of made the situation even more embarrassing for her, if his staff walked in right then, because then it would look as if she was there for the very reason that they had tried to shy their thoughts away from. And she would worry about his reputation once more. Right now, his reputation was the furthest thing from her mind. Her reputation, was not something that she would give a thought to, because she was always worried about the others. Her thoughts did not center upon her self for the most part. But she felt rather selfish at the moment, because she was thinking on how she felt being with Leo. Her hand was moving along his stomach, the pads of her fingers were running along him, before her hand moved upwards, fingers turning so the back of her hand would run up his chest, before moving back down his chest with the pads of her fingers. It was then that she found the hair around the center of his belly. Now that…was something she had not seen before, she had not seen many men without shirts either, if any. Curiosity was up. Something she was going to have to ask to see, more so then just feel.

His words, she did not fully understand what he meant, she would blink. The feel of his warm breath near her ear, and upon her neck, caused a small shiver. Her head tilting just a bit. It was when she opened her mouth, when his mouth was back, upon her own. Whatever she was about to say was gone, completely as if he had just stolen the words right out of her mouth, which he had. She herself was not fighting him, that was the farthest thing from her mind, being wrapped around Leo and experiencing new things felt like she was alive in a whole new way.

And then he broke the kiss again and went for the neck. It was then that she was trying to get her wits about her, which was not the easiest thing in the world. And when his hand went to go around her back, she did indeed arch herself upwards, her body pressing more fully against his own, unless he moved away. It was then that she was in a curious way. The girl and her curiosity was a interesting thing, for she suddenly wondered, and her own head moved a bit, not hiding from him, but her mouth was close enough, and she flicked her pink tongue out, against Leo’s neck it trailed up and down once, before slipped back inside of her mouth. If anyone had seen her at the moment there would be no way to hide that she looked as if she had been truly and fully kissed by the look of her mouth. She looked slightly dazed, in a good way, as she spoke, her voice did not sound normal, but that could be Leo’s fault! For she sounded a bit…breathless. Her hand that had been on his shoulder moved to touch the side of his face, gently. “Thank you for kissing me, Leo.” She still had not let go of him, but she thought she needed to tell him that, because she had asked him to kiss her. And he did. She had not realized before the feeling that previous kisses had been lacking.

[Leo]

What a shame it would be if Leo had not known that the fabric he felt of her bra was lace. He dealt with cloth and touched many; in the back of his mind it registered what the fabric was and even deeper back - to the thought process that was virtually mute at the moment - he was figuring out what type if lace make it was.

But all that was there and in the here he had heard that moan. It was a good one and nothing to be ashamed over at all. The press of her fingers on his shoulders pulled out a satisfied smile to the actions of his mouth. He was enjoying the feel of her on his skin and wanted more. But he took his time because when savoring something wonderful it was preferable to make it last. And just how she wanted to see underneath his shirt he wanted the same of her. The teasing touch of his fingers against her bra wasn't enough.

His shoulders gave a small circular shrug when her hands traveled up his chest like he would shrug off his shirt if he could. Gaitto had unbuttoned the bottom buttons, yes? If she had undone the top it would have been a simple matter of tugging the shirt up for him to pull it off.

Leo shifted in his position against her and held her securely with his arm around the waist. He had to move her up just a tad before she began to feel something of him starting to swell between her legs. He could contain himself but only to a point. He was human after all and the body prone to respond favorably to her reactions to him. What helped him to contain was when she spoke to him. He had been leaving a trail of kisses from alongside her neck and down to her collar to even the top now of her chest. The sly fingers of his other hand playing on the top of her shirt and easing it down to uncover more ground.

Was she saying thank you to stop him? He did not think this was so as nothing about her actions said the same, although he knew that the body did not often agree with the mind. His fingers let go of the shirt to let any lowering of it move back into place. Lips brushed up the side of her neck until he reached the lobe of her ear. He pulled that into his mouth a second before letting it go to whisper to her, "You're welcome."

There was a delighted smile on his face as he balanced himself up on the arm underneath her as his other started to caress her face and brush back her hair. Leo looked down at her and to him she was beautiful, just like the Angel she was with her lovely blue eyes.

Blue eyes?

Leo brought down his face to give her a quick soft kiss before his head lifted again, his fingers continuing their movements across her cheek. "The color of your eyes has changed Gaitto. The are blue." He knew the normal color of her eyes and did not remember seeing them blue, not even when her wings were out.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

This particular lace bra, was made mostly of nylon and spandex, a small scalloping of the fabric at the bottom and around her breasts, which he had not seen or felt for the moment at least. The fabric was not overly scratchy but if one was not careful it would pill up. The inside was a bit softer against her flesh because it was lightly lined. The outside might be a bit more scratchy to the touch.

She did not even know that there was such a thing as a bad moan. That was probably a good thing. With her he was getting no super fudge just open and honest reactions. Hopefully it was a good thing.

Her hand that was inside of his shirt felt the action he made with his shoulders. He might not be mr. shredded but one could feel the muscles that were there in that motion. She had undone the bottom buttons, but when he made that motion, her hand slipped out from his shirt. The hand that was upon his shoulder came down to help the other, as she attempted to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. Fingers moving slowly, fumbling a bit as well, but not to bad of fumbles. It was not that she had much practice at undressing others.

When he moved her she went easily. That was probably a good thing, unless Leo wanted to give her a lesson of the male body at the moment, that probably wasn’t the sort of mood he was in. And she would of asked if she felt him move so to speak. The shirt moved a bit at his sly fingers, though if he wanted it to move more, he would actually have to undo the buttons. Though he had uncovered the top of the lace bra once more, that he had possibly already seen from when she was laying on his ground.

She was saying thank you because she could talk, for the moment, and she had asked him to do it, and he did it! She did not know for sure that he would. She would not be complaining that he did though. She had wondered what it would be like to kiss her hero. Was she telling him to stop kissing her? Not really, but if he decided to stop she would still be happy, and if he continued she would stay on her little cloud nine.

Leo’s smile would be reflected in her own smile. It was hard not to have such a smile at the moment. Both of her hands had moved to his chest sometime in there, so when he used a hand to brush back her hair and a gentle caress to her face, that smile did not slip away. Her left hand moved away from his check slowly the fingers moved up, two fingers touching against his neck, and to run along his jaw line.

The quick kiss would be returned had you any doubts, and then she blinked when he said her eyes were blue. “Blue?” Now that was something new to her. She looked rather thoughtful, well as much as she could while her thoughts were on him and not her eyes. And he was touching her, she took a small breath. “I didn’t know that they changed to blue.” She paused a moment before speaking in a soft tone. “I think, since that side woke up, that my eyes are mood changing.” She did not know for sure but she would throw that out there to him. It wasn’t something she just told anyone, because her eyes would give her away, and she did not think that was wise to give out such information to others.

The hand that had stayed upon his chest was gently caressing moving up and down, in a slow, leisurely pace.

[Leo]

Her eyes changed color with her mood. He was not really surprised; maybe he would be later but not right now. Currently he was wrapping his mind around the idea that his Gaitto had undone the buttons of his shirt. They were not complicated, only standard dress shirt style that she may have come across in her own clothing. What she was doing he really should not question, and he didn't think that he would. Leo liked the feel of her hands on his bare chest so why would he try to stop it?

It still was a curious thing and to take it off fully he would have to pull his arm from around her. So be it. The arm hat was under her moved slowly out. "Blue must mean you are happy." It was a reasonable assumption. He had never seen mood rings or anything that changes color with the mood - until now that is.

He topped off his words with another kiss, one that he would pull upwards on when coming out of the kiss and picking up his head. Leo partially sat up and he trailed his fingers along the buttons of her shirt as he did. Once up he gave a single shrug to his shoulders and his shirt fell back off them and down his arms. If she were watching while he took off the shirt there was a branding on his left shoulder. The difference between that and a tattoo was this could be felt. If she were to happen to run her fingers over it every line and curve of the words was there to feel. It said: Lengua Versátil, and three lines of descending length were under it. The branding wasn't new but the color said that he had had it for a very long time.

Leo did not pay it attention and let the shirt drop behind him on the floor. The man turned to hook his right arm under her left knee. With his free hand he traveled fingers up from the knee and to under her skirt. "This brings a change to our relationship," he remarked as he bent to place a kiss between her knee and thigh. "It certainly was not what I had in mind when I invited you here."

But he wasn't complaining, not at all, and he proved it by kissing that same spot on her thigh and making a trail of kisses upwards.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

She was probably more surprised about the fact of her eyes changing colors, then Leo was, or might be. That was the whole reason that she had undone his buttons. He had made a motion, and she was rather curious, not only of what he would look like without his shirt, but what he would feel like without the hindering of his shirt.

When he moved his arm out from behind her back, her back arched pressing her against her hands upon his chest a moment, before her back touching the couch once his arm was free. She would grin up to him, and give a small nod of her head. “I think you must be right with that.” Because the girl was rather happy at that very moment. Hopefully in other moods, people would let her know, so she could know what the colors meant as well.

When he kissed her again before sitting up she lifted her head a bit before he broke off the kiss. Her hands moved off of him, while he trailed his finger over her vest’s buttons, and then to shrug off of his shirt. Now when his shirt was off and he was branded, which she would not know the difference between a brand and a tattoo, for she had no dealings with either. Without a thought her finger’s went to the branding, and a bit of surprise would flash in the bright blue gaze, as she realized that she could actually feel the letters. Now, she looked from his shoulder to his face. “What‘s this? Does it hurt?” She wouldn’t know the words or the lines, and of course, he still could shrug off the question, didn’t mean she wouldn’t be curious. Her mind did that a lot, the questions that popped into her head, came right out. Nor would she get the fact that it had been there a long time, but even so, it still might hurt.

When his arm moved to hook under her left leg, she had started to look away from his markings. Perhaps if he had not said anything, she would have had more thought about his hand. But he had said something. She blinked, “What sort of change?” She paused, her fingers moved in a small circular motion that got a little bit bigger with every swipe upon his arm. “A good change or a bad change?” That was a good question because she wasn’t sure what sort of change he spoke of. She let out a small laugh, “I did not expect to get kissed today.” That was her own way of saying that she hadn’t expected anything either. Perhaps when she left she would have to thank Spider for the basket that had the fuzzy handcuffs in it.

Both of her hands, had moved from their previous positions, to run up what part of his arms that they could, even as she half sat on the couch, up his neck, and down the front of his chest. She had not yet gotten her feel of touching him. She liked how his skin felt to her touch. But then she started to giggle, “That tickles!” It did tickle and she squirmed while giggling. She was trying to giggle quietly, just in case.

[Leo]

Leo hadn't paid any attention to the branding on his arm until it was run over by the fingers of his Gaitto and mentioned. He had been kissing the soft flesh of her inner thigh when she mentioned it and had brought his actions to a stop. The thumb of the hand holding her leg at the bend of the knee began to brush back and forth before he picked up his head. He stayed still for a moment and then two as he thought on her question. 

"It doesn't hurt, Gaitto." he kept his hand upon her though he did lower it from the elevated position. "Not right now." She did say that he didn't have to talk about it but he found it rude not to say anything at all, especially as they wear currently engaged in intimate activities. In saying that it didn't hurt right now meant that it had to hurt sometime but he did not say anything more of it for the moment as she may not have wanted to know. 

It did put him in a different frame of mind for the moment. Hooking his arm back under her leg the other one returned under her back, pressing down weight on his knee he pulled up on the arms holding her and lifted her to him. In a quick slide and turn they were reversed and he was now laying on the couch and holding her in his arms. Leo let go of her leg to rub his hand up the backside of her thigh and over her hips. 

 "I can't kiss you and let my hands to wander and then let you leave her thinking of the possibility that another would do the same." left hand went to brush back her hair and rest on her cheek, the other was still resting contently on her hips. "But I know that I may not be able to offer you the same as other guys, and that's stability." She already knew that he could be in and out for days or weeks at a time. There was that whole other side she didn't know about. 

"And I'm not going to love you the way that I want if it will only make you cry." Leo kept his eyes on hers, watching for a change. 

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

When Leo’s head was lifted, and he was thinking, she had looked from his branding to his face. Her lips did not slip open a bit to speak, or to ask anything else. She let out a small breath she had been holding when he said it did not hurt. But then, he said it did not hurt right now, and that did not escape her. “But it does hurt sometimes?” There was a soft tenderness in her voice, that might not of been there before, when she asked her question. Their had to be many things about Leo that she did not know, a few of them it was probably good she did not know, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t want to know whatever she could of her hero.

When Leo moved their positions her legs had finally unlocked from around him in mid movement, and as he was laying upon the couch with her held in his arms. But she was cuddled down into him, as snug as she could get. Making sure her arms and legs were not in any way making it uncomfortable for him. Her left hand moved up to gently stroke his cheek with feather light caresses.

When he spoke of the change she would give a small nod of her head. “Oh!” That would of never crossed her mind, though now, it very well might have. And perhaps it was best that he told her that, before someone else made a comment. You know when she made her Leo kissed me squeal. Which he would not know about, at least not from her. Nope! When he spoke again, she lifted her bright blue eyes up to him. “I know that you have things that take you away. Stability would be boring.” She gave a small nod of her head. “I would much rather have my hero.” She gave him a smile before wondering if she had said something wrong, which caused her to keep talking. “I mean, if that’s a choice. I really do like kissing you! And I can be a good student!” She nodded her head to punctuate her words, even if the last bit sounded a bit eager.

She blinked, looking to Leo, her gaze had stayed blue and when he looked into hers she did not look away. Being a quick learner or maybe it was speaking from her heart her words came out softly. “I think I would cry if you did not.” These words were punctuated by a soft, yet quick kiss to Leo’s lips, unless he moved. She knew that her hero had things that could keep him away for long periods of time, months even, as she had already witnessed. That had not changed how she felt about him. Only a handful of things could do that, if even that many, the girl was actually quite stubborn, even if it wasn’t always shown. Her eyes stayed the bright blue in color.

[Leo]

Until possibilites were recognized and allowed to be given a chance to form they could (and most likely would) remain unattainable. After an incident many years ago and due to the nature of his work, Leo had put off the possibility of letting a person get close to him for the situation seemed complicated. He didn't need any more complications in his life. 

Then Gewndolyn came around with her naive ways of the world and her smile - really just the way about her that she had - and things were different. He could say that perhaps if she had never presented herself before him as she had  today then maybe he still would have kept the possibility of her and him in the back recesses of his mind. But it wasn't her fault. Water can only be presented to a thristy man so many times before he drinks. Now the Spainard was going to fully allow himself to think on this relationship because he knew it was what he wanted. But he had to be careful.

"Maybe it is then that someday you will know the things that keep me away." If it was something she wanted to know. Some people were happy being blissfully ignorant of anything that resided below surface information and if she were that type then he could induldge that fact.  

His Gaitto moved positions and he was comfortable as she was and his arm was secure around. The left shoulder was raised and he turned it as possible for a better view. She had picked up the underlining meaning in what he said - as he assumed she would - but he wasn't going talk about it if she didn't want to know. "Sí, it doesn't hurt now but in the later months it will." Nothing would be said about the amount of pain or what happened for in comparison to what his boss had to endure he considered his own to be but a scratch. 

He thought to leave it like that with his words but then thought to add: "It will not hurt you, and until the later months it will not hurt me for you to touch it." He was still leaving off the why of it all as he did not think she wanted to know.  The workers knew. A select few here at the store but it was others that knew more. 

"You are one of few who have seen it." The meaning behind it being that it was not something he displayed. Leo never wore a shirt that exposed the branding. If the shirt was short in sleeve it was still long enough to cover. 

His other hand took hers and worked finger against finger to press against. "I would give you something and then I shall measure you. Unless you'd rather the ladies do it as is their job." 

Leo was looking at their hands. His were a little bigger than hers as they should be as his were that of a mans. The hand holding was not just to touch but to measure.      

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Persistence, even before the kiss, she had wanted to be around him. Even if that never had happened, she would of wanted to be around him, she liked his company. He did not give her the strange looks when she asked about things that a less sheltered person would know. He had patience that was very evident and made her feel good about herself. If he had just brushed her off like a small gnat it would have been different, but he didn’t.

When he spoke she would nod just a bit. Because right now was not the time to learn those things. In time, things could be found out, one did not need to know everything right from the start. That would take away the learning process that helped people grow. She was not one that liked to only know the happy things on the surface, it was fine in random acquaintances, but anything more then that, she was curious. She liked to learn things, even if some things were not pleasant. But it also depended because sometimes knowing things helped you deal with things and could save you, make you put your guard up even, yet other times knowing things could just put you into more danger.

Now he was moving just a bit, and she made certain that any movement he made, that her own form did not hamper. When he looked to his shoulder , her eyes were once more drawn to his branding, not that she was staring. “You will let me know when it hurts so I do not touch it and cause more pain to it?” Even as she spoke, her lower lip was pulled and bitten down upon. She did not know if that sounded presumptuous that she would still be in such a position to touch him at that time. But if she was she did not want to cause him pain. Her head bobbed in a small nod, even as her lip was freed from her mouth. Once more she had not even thought about it possibly hurting her. Thoughts were more for others then the fact that it could have an effect on her. She was still curious about it, but she did not want to pepper him with questions, so many that could have been asked were not.

A soft smile slipped over her lips. She hoped he knew that she was not going to tell anyone about the branding. Not even when she told her ‘sisters’ about the kiss. But a part of her was glad that she had gotten to see it. She would of told him she wasn’t going to tell, but she had a feeling that he knew that, secrets that were others she was good with. Though she had gotten better at her own secrets as well. Not that she was a secretive girl, but it finally had gotten to her that was for her benefit to hide what she was. Leo was one of the few that had seen her wings, but that was because they did not want to go to sleep, they were listening much better now! Though at times they were still like a child and refused to do what she wanted.

Her hand moved easily when he took it to press against his own. At his words she took a thoughtful pause. “If you want to measure me that is okay, unless you would rather the ladies did.” She was comfortable with either option, but she did not want to hold him up, he did not know what day she was coming into the shop. Though if she was honest she would rather that Leo did only because that meant to her a bit more time with him. She did know he was a busy man and that was not something she wished to be in the way of.

Her hand was smaller, her fingers were slimmer, for that exact reason. They were not hands that had the blisters or calluses of one that did manual labor. Not that she was against such things just never did it. Though she kept her nails cut short. With his hand pressed against her own, he would feel that gentle warmth that came from them.

[Leo]

Her hand.

He wondered if it would always be warm like he was feeling now or if that feeling would fade as he got use to it. Also he could not help but wonder, now, if the branding on his arm would actually hurt her in some way he did not intent because of what she was. Leo was quiet. That thought moving through his mind as he pondered. The branding was a result of a curse but like any good businessman he learned to make it his benefit. While they were close, especially while they had their hands connected, could she feel the dark elements that had created and dwell in it still. "These hands of mine have done much in terrible things, Gwendolyn, but they will not hurt you." There was a still steadiness in his voice as he spoke, his accent flirting the edges. He had used her real name instead of the one he had given her because what he said was important.

Small move and his fingers interlaced hers. Bringing the hands forward enough he kissed the back of hers and held it a few moments before the release. "Come." He eased her upwards off him as he prepared to stand, easing her on the couch so that she could take her time.

Leo let go of her hand and walked over to his desk and behind it; pulled out the middle drawer on the right side and flipped a small box open. Inside was where he kept a few of his 'things' and he wanted to give her one of them. "My fingers are bigger than yours," a statement of fact as he removed something and sat on the front of his desk and motioned for her to come to him.

"I know that you have your own means of escaping, getting away with the ones you put to bed, but I wanted to give you something else." Leo was talking about her wings as the other means of escape but he did not want to say it outright. "Then I will measure you."

The man's hand tightened around what he held and then released. In his palm was a thin silver band that looked rather plain and big enough that it would likely fit her thumb or first finger. This was one of two rings of this type that he had but it was the only one that he kept in the office and it was there in case he ever had need. "If you ever need to get away, to vanish, be safe, wear this and say 'ayudame'. You can even think it but you have to want it. Want it, here." His other hand he beat a few times against his chest. "If you don't believe or want it, it won't work."

It was held out to her to take. Leo remembered the trouble she had with his language before so he would help. "Say the word: 'ah-you-duh-may'." He said it slowly and pronounced each syllable. If need he would say it again. "It means help me."

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

The warmth that came from her hands, it wasn’t something that faded persay, but if he got used to the feeling in time, he might not even notice it. It could be like a habit, that once you got used to it, you didn’t even realize you were doing it anymore. Maybe in time the warmth from her hands, which was something to do with the other side of her, would no longer feel different to him. When the hands were clasped it was more of a small tickling but it was nothing compared to what she would feel from one who’s soul was evil. Deep down Leo was not a bad man, she would never believe he was, look how he was with her. She would give a nod of her head, when he spoke, she did notice that he used her name. He had mentioned something about having done bad things before. Not that he went into detail, but she did not need that detail, not for what she knew in her heart of hearts. She thought to reassure him. “Leo, no matter what you have done, or what you will do, I know your hands will never harm me.” She had listened to the way he spoke the words.

When he interlaced their fingers and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, she smiled. Even when he moved her over and such so that he could release their hands from their entanglement, and up he got. She waited a moment, before she got up, carefully easing herself into a sitting position, before she bounced up onto her feet. Her hands would move to straighten out her clothing, for it was habit and her clothing was not in the same position as when she had arrived to the store.

When Leo went behind the desk, she had missed it for she was looking down, making sure everything was correct. As her head lifted Leo was motioning for her to come to him. She hadn’t looked at his hands, and when he spoke she gave a nod of her head. “Your finger’s are bigger then mine.” That was proven just a few moments ago.

She nodded her head, she knew exactly what he spoke of, and the way he spoke of them gave her a smile. She remembered that night, and the fact that they did not want to go to sleep! She only had fear once, before she actually thought about it, that her secret might not of been save with Leo. But that had not lasted very long, for she had long ago in probably their first meeting realized, that she could trust him. Even if he hadn’t realized it at first. “Another means of escaping?”

Now she was listening to him. As she walked over to him she was listening and not taking what he said lightly. Her head would nod a little bit. The thing that he was offering was another way that Leo did protect her. By giving her another way to escape, it might be a wise thing. The wings if they came out, they might not lead her away from the danger, they might just plunk her right up against the danger. As that had not come to pass she wouldn’t know what happened. “Thank you Leo.” Even if the thought in her head was wondering what he would do without the ring. But she had a feeling he had other surprises, and tricks, to aid him.

When he held out the ring, her hand would slowly lift to slip the ring from his hand. She glanced at it, to see where it would fit, but she had not put the ring on. Not yet. Even if what he had said about having to really want it, to really want it to take you away and save you, she wouldn’t chance it. A grateful smile, for Leo did know her and her tongue having trouble with his language at least at first, and she would attempt to speak the word, slowly in syllables like he had broke it down. “Ah-you-duh-may….” A pause before she said it again, all sounded out. “Ah-you-duh-may.” The second time was a little bit more put together but still a bit sounded out. She looked to Leo, to see if she was getting closer with speaking it a bit faster. The third time was the charm right? “Ayudame.” The word you could tell was still sounded in the same way, but perhaps more put together.

[Leo]

"The first means being your other side," is how he would respond to her questioning what he meant about escaping. Then after a moment he added: "Your wings."

It wasn't of any consequence that she did not put the ring on. She didn't have too. It wasn't required and he would not be upset. He wanted her to have it and that she now did he could feel better about her well being.

It even made him feel well to hear her practicing the word and Leo smiled at her progress. After she said it a third time and did it well he clapped his hands upon her shoulders and pulled her in for another deep kiss. "Wonderful!" He said after letting her go. His hands traveling down her arms until he was able to take hold of her hands in a want to turn her as he was to go to the door. It would be good if he could measure her inside of his room but he couldn't. The tools simply were not there.

A squeeze to her hand before letting it go - how else would he be able to open the door if both of his hands were occupied with hers? To prove just how off his mind was at the moment Leo had turned the knob on the door and opened it about an inch before he closed it. The ladies in the shop had turned their attention to the door when they heard it close and no doubt questioning murmurs came from it.

"Forgot my shirt." Is the explanation he offered up as to why he closed the door so suddenly. "We will go out there together and you will be placed on one of the pedestals so that I may properly get your measurements."

Where was his shirt again? Oh yes, by the sofa. Going to get it Leo began to dress. "And the workers will know that we are together."

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

That made perfect sense to her. Sometimes it might even be wiser to not let those that sleep awaken. A feeling she had gotten, after everyone had warned her, it might put her in more of harms way. She did not wish that to be so.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to wear the ring. It was that she was slightly afraid to wear the ring and learn the word at the same time. Even though Leo told her that she would have to really want to be somewhere else, a part of her was afraid it would still take her away, and she did not want to be any where but where her hero was.

A smile slipped over her lips, she might not have the best grasp of his language, but she was willing to try. And with encouragement like his, their should be no doubt that she would be a good pupil. The kiss was unexpected, but she would kiss him back before he pulled back to speak. The smile slipping back over her lips. She did not have to ask if she said it alright, for he had told her as much, and that pleased her. When his hand moved down her arm to take her hand in his, her fingers gave a slight squeeze against his hand.

The hand he released would be the hand that the ring was in. She had a nice little grip on the ring, because once they were done with the word, she had plans for that ring. When he started to open the door then close it, she looked around. It would be the same moment that he said he forgot his shirt, that she realized he still was not wearing it, it was not something she was complaining about. But while she had spent the few moments adjusting her own clothing, he was getting the ring. A soft laugh escaped. “They would certainly notice that.” She thought it would be hard for any female not to notice that, but those words were not spoken out loud.

A small nod of her head as he spoke. She had no questions about that. It sounded rather normal. Not that she had ever been measured before. The clothing she had always worn had always been pre-made or even a standard sizing, but nothing ever made by her own measurements. “Being measured doesn’t hurt does it?” That was the question, it just popped out before she shook her head, answering her own question. “Of course, it would not hurt, you wouldn’t hurt me.” Simple logic of hers that could have been deduced in her head, and if she was not well her, it very well might have been.

While Leo was dressing, she took the ring and placed it on her left pointer finger, but seeing it was a bit big, she slipped it off and replaced it to her left thumb. The thin silver band fit securely there and she would not have to worry about it slipped off. That would be something she would of worried about had it not fit her thumb so well. It felt a bit strange to have a ring on her otherwise ring less fingers but in time she would get used to the feeling. “They will know?” She had not thought of that, not that she minded, at least she didn’t think she would. She did not think that he would mind either, for he was the one that brought it up, and did not say a negative thing afterward. Never mind the tender smile that was upon her lips.

[Leo]

Leo finished buttoning the last few buttons of his shirt and he laughed a bit at hearing her confession on why the fitting wouldn't hurt her. "You are right, it will not hurt though it may be a bit embarrassing."' to the door again after a tug on his shirt. "At least I've had females tell me such after their first time."

He saw that she put on the ring and it kept the smile on his face. It fit where he thought that it would.

He opened the door and stepped out, holding it for her and extending his hand for her to take. Emily, the same lady that had helped Gwen look through the fabrics earlier before Leo had greeted them, was altered to the door opening and went right away to it. "Is anything the matter, Sir?" Her smile was polite with a hint of warmth touching the corners. A grouping of four ladies was standing around a raised stage with tall three panel windows. An item or two were in their hands or stapled over arms.

"I am going to measure my Lady."

"Oh," The a blend of curiosity and muted shock made up that sound. She looked from Leo and over to Gwen before nodding her head at Leo. Her mind could only wonder at what had happened in the room. First he had called her Gwendolyn and now she was his Lady. That he had put the 'my' there instead of simply saying 'the lady' did not escape her and she would be sure that it didn't escape the other workers either. "Very well but you should really leave the measuring to us. It is women's work."

Leo smiled at Emily and if Gwen had taken his hand by now he pulled her closer to him. "My Lady insists that I do it." He had asked his Gaitto in the room if she was sure she wanted him to measure her and she said yes. "Isn't that right?"

Unless she changed her mind. She was entitled to change her mind. Not only were Leo and Emily looking at Gwen, but the women by the stage had turned their attention over there as well. They were, of course, waiting for instruction.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

She cast a glance over at him, from under lowered lashes at his words, for she had looked down a moment. “Embarrassing?” One good thing about being sheltered you were either really easy to embarrass, or able to handle things that would embarrass others, because you didn’t realize your suppose to be! Gwen was more of the second sort.

Of course, the ring being placed on her finger, was never in doubt. She would sleep with it, the only time she might even think of taking it off was for a shower, but that was debatable as well. Leo did not say the ring couldn’t get wet, and she wouldn’t think to ask.

When Leo opened the door and held it for her she smiled as she slipped through the door behind him. As his hand was held out, her hand moved to easily go into his, she had not expected him to hold her hand outside of the office, but she was not one to complain. Gwen being Gwen was rather quiet, even if she did give Emily a smile, a real smile, when she came over. She was just listening to the two speaking.

Emily’s look did not go unnoticed. It would have been hard, for her eyes were following the bouncing ball of speaking, and as Leo had just said something they were upon Emily. Did Gwen have a clue about measuring? Of course not. And when Leo pulled her closer she went easily enough. She looked between the two of them, her gaze was still bright blue. “I..well yes. But I don’t want anyone to feel put out.” She hoped she used the right words. She didn’t, she knew Leo, but well if it was woman’s work. “Whatever you both think is best.” A nod of her head, she did not fear whatever out come the two of them came too. She would be fine with either outcome.

People might be looking at her, but she was looking between Leo and Emily. Not having a clue on what it entailed she thought it best for them to decide.

[Leo]

What Gwen said about putting people out and the subsequent indecisive answer caused Emily to toss a triumphant smile at Leo. "As I mentioned, measuring is women's work." It was a statement that Leo could not deny. He was able to measure, knew how and all the logistics involved, but they were in the shop and to keep the peace he returned the smile with one of his own.

"So it is." Leo said before pressing a kiss to his Gaitto's cheek. "But I get to watch."

"As you wish." The smile Emily still wore told Leo that the woman was going to get her way no matter what had been decided. But that is why she had been hired, for her ability to do the job. She was also one of the few in the shop able to speak to Leo and his Boss in that manner. Someone had to take care of the shop when neither of the men were around.

"Follow me, my Lady." Emily requested as she turned and walked to the group of females waiting by the stage. Leo gave Gwen's hand a squeeze before he followed it through with a guiding pull to lead her to the women.

He gave a nod towards Emily and then leaned into Gwen as he spoke in a slightly lower tone. "Emily, she will take care of you if ever I'm not here or you need to find me." He explained as they went.

The four ladies at the stage had split into two on each side and Emily at the middle who gave a small curtsey upon their arrival. "Ladies, this is the Lady Gwendolyn," having remembered the name from when she was first introduced. The four women greeted her in unison with "My Lady" and deeper curtsies than Emily gave and unrolled the sheets they had in their arms.

Leo was releasing Gaitto's hand to sit down in one of the chairs. At the same time Emily spoke to her with directions. "Stand on the stage and I'll remove your clothes."

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

What was Gwen doing? Why she was paying attention to the two of them of course. Not in any strange way, but simply because it was as if a whole conversation was going on, and yet no words. Not until Emily spoke up, saying that it was womens work. A smile slipped over her features at the kiss to her cheek. And even if Ms. Emily was measuring Gwen, it wasn’t like Leo was just leaving, probably one of the main reasons her eyes stayed that bright blue in color.

She would not know that that smile meant that. But everyone needed someone that could take charge of things, and do things that needed to be done, it kept things working efficiently. If one of the pieces was missing things would be a bit hairier. Gwen would not think anything odd at all.

She smiled to Ms. Emily, when she said follow me, her head gave a small nod. When Leo’s hand gave her hand that was in his own, a squeeze, he would get an small answering squeeze. Fingers pressing lightly against his, as they started to walk, his guiding pull was actually cute. She did not think it was because he thought she might get lost, she thought it was because he was the guy, and that was something that guys did. She liked it.

Her head bobbed a bit at his words in the affirmative. She did not think that she would ever have to go in search of Leo, but it was good to know where she needed to go, or rather whom she could search out if she needed to get him. Or a message to him. Things that would be helpful if something happened.

The girl smiled a lot did she not? When she was introduced to the other four ladies, with their curtsy, Gwen wanted to curtsy back. But she was not so good at it, and her luck she would of wound up attempting to tug Leo down with her. And that would not be so good out here in the main room of the shop. Not that she would complain about being all tangled up with Leo, but not with an audience! “Hello Ladies.” A warmth was in her voice, it had been there ever since they came out of Leo’s office, not just her hands. Hands. She shot Leo a questioning look, would they touch her hands, and if they did would they notice the odd warmth that radiated from them. Lower lip was pulled in her mouth slightly as she worried on it a second, just briefly before it was released.

Leo’s hand was given that squeeze, before she released his as well. Hearing Emily’s words she would nod and walk to where she was told to. It wasn’t until she was standing there that she glanced to Emily. “Remove my clothes?” Her voice might have a question, but it showed no shyness at the thought of the loss of clothing. Now Leo didn’t exactly tell her what it entailed, but if he thought having clothing removed would be embarrassing that wasn’t going to embarrass her oddly. She was more worried that he meant something else would be odd or embarrassing. That would be due to her upbringing.

[Leo]

Gaitto's acceptance of being stripped for measurement countered the indecisiveness of earlier. At least she was willing in the things that were asked. And while Leo had accepted the fact that Emily had won that particular round the willingness was missing. He was no man to visible pout or sulk so he took his seat and would watch knowing full well that the women were going to take away his viewing of Gwen.

That is exactly what the women did. As soon as Gwen was positioned on the stage the four females formed a circle around the base and spread their arms open. The sheets that they held opened as well and when they lifted their arms Gwen was encased in a circular wall of white sheet that blocked her view of anything else but it, Emily, and the ceiling. "Pardon my rudeness my Lady, I was not aware that the Master Mînguez had a courtship," Emily began speaking as she started to make work on Gwen's buttons that held the top. Unless she was being stopped the woman was very adapt in her work. It was no rushing or purposeful slowness only steady work. "You must be a special woman to have his attentions."

Making conversation is what she was doing and treating her to the warm smile that rested on her lips. She did want to make the lady comfortable or feel more at ease. Their normal clientele base of women from high society never had problem with the workers undressing or dressing them. It was the other women, those who were more independent in that way or unused to such that often felt uncomfortable. However, if Gwen is well with the process then things would be easier.

There was something that Emily noticed as she started work on Gwen and that was the ring. Not everyone would know about that particular item, but she knew and a curious look came over her face as she began to urge Gwen's shirt off.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

She may not always show that she was good at going with the flow. But as long as Leo was near, she had nothing to fear! At least in her mind, and that was what counted right? She could be agreeable. And she was not the sort that pouted or held things up. They had said both in agreement that measuring was woman’s work, if it was not so, she did not think he would of said that.

When the women opened their arms and the fabric made walls, she grinned, for that was a neat trick! She had not thought about such things, and if anyone saw her face, they would see the delight that was plain upon her face. It did falter a moment when Miss Emily said what she did. She looked rather surprised herself at the words. “Is it rude of you to say such? I did not know he had a courtship either.” Her blue eyes had widened in thought, though those thoughts that were running through her pretty little head did not escape. Her hands did not hinder Miss Emily, because she was told what was going to happen, and was told in a way that it was alright. She feared if she had tried to help she would just hamper the woman, and she felt as if the woman knew what she was doing, it was her job right? The next words threw her off, her lower lip was pulled into her mouth a moment, her thoughts were going rather crazy. If she had his attentions and he was in a courtship, did that mean, that she was the other woman? She heard stories of other women, she knew her own mother, had been the other woman more then once. Was that the change he had spoken of?

She had not had someone help her dress, or undress, for a very long time. Adaptable she was though. If she had wanted a ladies maid she was sure Azlin would of arranged for it. Gwen was actually rather spoiled. Somehow that had not made her a brat. Not really. She moved only when Miss Emily would give a gentle urging otherwise, she was like one of those my sized dolls.

When Emily was urging the shirt off of Gwen, which left the white lace bra, she noticed the look on Emily’s face. Perhaps she should not ask it, but she wondered if something was amiss, and sometimes that curiosity was not easy to pat down. “Is something amiss, Miss Emily?” She did not know if Emily had a title, and so she gave her one, out of respect without knowing if something else should be placed their instead. After asking her question Gwen looked down at herself, not noticing it was the ring upon her thumb that had gotten that look, trying to see if something was wrong. She thought she was built like most young ladies…so she was puzzled.

[Leo]

Leo, he was not that big of a fan to be made to wait outside of the curtain. He thought that Emily would have at least let him stand inside, he would not have done anything but watch. And even though one of his girls brought to him the clipboard with papers for him to look over and work to do he still had most of his attention on the wall of white sheets. They may look and feel like regular sheets but the former Lady of his boss had them made special, insisting that talk between females while dressing was for female ears and therefore the sheets absorbed a normal conversation tone. If one were to shout from inside of there it would be heard but the other, not so much. Even muffled sound came out of the top. There was nothing that Leo could do but wait and try to focus on the work he was given. The man had not a clue what was being said inside that white-walled circle.

Emily smiled at Gwen and folded up the top as she set it aside on the stage. “It can be rude to pry into the personal lives of another person, I did not want for you to get offended.” Seeing that the bra Gwen wore was snug and secure she opted to keep it in place and use to as a standard for breast height and lift. She went to remove the skirt. “It is rare that we ever see him with anyone that is not business.” Said as she continued on. The skirt was easier to remove and was done so with ease, as Emily bent down to the feet she would wait for Gwen to lift her fee so she could pull it out before she would fold that as well and set it aside with the top.

Then she stayed quiet for a moment, reaching in her own pockets to produce a cloth measuring tape. Gwen’s surprise, or shock, about the courtship not seeming to phase the seamstress as she thought it only to be because Gwen was realizing that she was in a courtship and not that she wasn’t who was being referred to.

“Raise your arms please. Straight out at your sides.” Was asked before Emily took the cloth tape and wrapped it around Gwen’s waist to get her size. “The Master Mînguez is a tricky man, but you must know this. I see you have his ring.” Women, they would talk and gossip wouldn’t they? Emily had gone from measuring the waist to Gwen’s hips and was moving now to her legs to measure the length inside and out, therefore she would give a polite nudge to the inside of her legs so she could spread them apart for her.

“No one would bother you here of that ring. They wouldn’t know it from any other jewel piece. Don’t let anyone take it from you.”

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