MSG RECEIVED 3.56AM u wouldnt believe how old even if i told u, luv
[ Then, silence. One minute. Two minute. Ten.
When the video comes over it's still only just a clip, but considerably longer than the last. She's settled now, back leaned against what appears to be some kind of modern abstraction of a headboard, fashioned out of dark-stained wood and oddly industrial chrome accents. Marling gives the camera another little smile before she goes about the process of removing her bra, unhooking it in the back before losing one strap and then the other. Holding the cups to her breasts, she gives her chest a suggestive tilt towards the camera before finally peeling it back.
She gives the bit of cloth and lace a dangle from her fingertips before tossing it carelessly away, the camera falling away from her face as it drops down to inspect all that newly revealed skin and ink. ]
[ He shifts in bed as he watches the video, propping his head up against the wall, one arm held over his eyes as a sort of makeshift shade as the light from his cell phone screen flickers in the dark.
There's no question as to the fact that he's a lucky man. Though his eyes wander where the camera directs them, it's her smile that he focuses on, the image remaining in his head even as he watches the slow reveal of her breasts and torso. (He loves the expression on her, when it's sincere. Maudlin, probably. A weakness, most definitely. But he's past the point of being worried about that.) He plays the video through once more before typing out a response. ]
[ She smiles plenty, always has, the arcadist formerly known as Miss Moneypenny (now Mrs. M of a different kind). The first time they'd ever met she'd been all smiles too — and girlish gaul and brutish bite, burnished with champagne and silver gold, wrapped up in studded leather and technicolor trappings. Since then her mouth has been a venus fly trap, it's been a wolf's smile full of wolf's teeth and a brawler's bloody maw, but with Iain there's something else — something fleeting but which always returns in the end. Not a softness but a quietness, a ruefulness dipped in sweetness, all that saccharine giving her a kitten's claws (still capable of prickling, of breaking the skin and drawing blood, but in way that says pet me, hold me, never leave me; keep me and I'll love you forever).
A moment passes, then two. Then the phone rings. ]
[ The first time they'd ever met, he'd been nothing at all. A thin line for a mouth, a dead sort of sharpness to his gaze, nothing but economical action and efficiency. Now there's a glow to the way he looks at her, and he goes above the minimum both in action and in speech for her sake. It's a curious thing, how they've managed to meet in the middle, but not something he'd change for the world. (There's nothing — nothing — that he wouldn't do for her.)
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u wouldnt believe how old
even if i told u, luv
[ Then, silence. One minute. Two minute. Ten.
When the video comes over it's still only just a clip, but considerably longer than the last. She's settled now, back leaned against what appears to be some kind of modern abstraction of a headboard, fashioned out of dark-stained wood and oddly industrial chrome accents. Marling gives the camera another little smile before she goes about the process of removing her bra, unhooking it in the back before losing one strap and then the other. Holding the cups to her breasts, she gives her chest a suggestive tilt towards the camera before finally peeling it back.
She gives the bit of cloth and lace a dangle from her fingertips before tossing it carelessly away, the camera falling away from her face as it drops down to inspect all that newly revealed skin and ink. ]
MSG RECEIVED 4.07AM
see anything u like
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There's no question as to the fact that he's a lucky man. Though his eyes wander where the camera directs them, it's her smile that he focuses on, the image remaining in his head even as he watches the slow reveal of her breasts and torso. (He loves the expression on her, when it's sincere. Maudlin, probably. A weakness, most definitely. But he's past the point of being worried about that.) He plays the video through once more before typing out a response. ]
MSG RECEIVED 4.12AM
every bit
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A moment passes, then two. Then the phone rings. ]
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He picks up on the second ring. ]
Ta.