04-21-2014, 04:20 PM
Spectra pat him on the hand that squeezed her shoulder. The brief massage twinged all the way down her back, and she vowed to seek a professional before the day was through. "Suit yourself, mijo,"
and disappeared for the subsequent nine minutes.
Spectra waved hello to Señor Kolomon, bit behind a playful pout of the lips, but made sure to take note of Hood's reaction. His jealousy made her gleefully happy, as did, upon further inspection, the selection of clothes he delivered.
Tight black leggings paired with red spiked pumps drew Spectra all the taller while a voluminous red furred vest would keep her warm while dipping in and out of Moscow's air. She was surprisingly swift to arrange herself. Her hair was brushed out and fell with perfect balance of wild dishevelment and an exotic sheen. Her lips she painted with pale pink gloss, and designer sunglasses were perched across her eyes.
She let the boys carry the luggage back to the car, but made a show of stopping on her way out the door for one last moment alone with .. dare she call him a friend? No, it would be foolish to confuse familiarity with friendship.
She pulled the glasses from her face so to look into his eyes unfiltered by the browns of a lensed world. She stroked the back of his neck and wrapped her arms around him one last time without ruining the moment by speaking. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, as one might their priest, family or a recent acquaintance. "Mi papacito rico."
Her tone was teasing, but did not quite cover the term of endearment to follow. She quite thoroughly doubted she'd see him again, which would be a shame for both of them. "Cuidate mucho."
She shook out her hair and returned her sunglasses to her face with a perfect smile. "Chao."
And left.
and disappeared for the subsequent nine minutes.
Spectra waved hello to Señor Kolomon, bit behind a playful pout of the lips, but made sure to take note of Hood's reaction. His jealousy made her gleefully happy, as did, upon further inspection, the selection of clothes he delivered.
Tight black leggings paired with red spiked pumps drew Spectra all the taller while a voluminous red furred vest would keep her warm while dipping in and out of Moscow's air. She was surprisingly swift to arrange herself. Her hair was brushed out and fell with perfect balance of wild dishevelment and an exotic sheen. Her lips she painted with pale pink gloss, and designer sunglasses were perched across her eyes.
She let the boys carry the luggage back to the car, but made a show of stopping on her way out the door for one last moment alone with .. dare she call him a friend? No, it would be foolish to confuse familiarity with friendship.
She pulled the glasses from her face so to look into his eyes unfiltered by the browns of a lensed world. She stroked the back of his neck and wrapped her arms around him one last time without ruining the moment by speaking. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, as one might their priest, family or a recent acquaintance. "Mi papacito rico."
Her tone was teasing, but did not quite cover the term of endearment to follow. She quite thoroughly doubted she'd see him again, which would be a shame for both of them. "Cuidate mucho."
She shook out her hair and returned her sunglasses to her face with a perfect smile. "Chao."
And left.