He hates doing this, absolutely hates it.
Which is why, because he does do it, I love and respect him even more.
The limits are agreed and will not - cannot - be overstepped.
This stays very much between us in our own space.
Private.
Personal.
We always play by the rules we have made.
But still he hates it.
"Get dressed. Slowly."
He obeys.
The sheer black silk stockings are first.
He takes care to ensure that the seam runs straight and true.
At first his fingers would fumble with the suspenders, unsure of what to do, but now their movements are swift and sure.
"Stand straight."
I look, but do not stare, for that would unnerve him even more and he means too much to me for that.
"Continue."
Green satin panties, tiny, though somehow they manage to cover all they must.
Tight, so very tight...
The waspie is next. Nothing too extreme but enough to give him curves.
I love to watch him lace himself into it.
Every tug gives vent to his annoyance that this is happening, although he knows that he himself has agreed to it.
"Wait."
He does so, and I admire his work.
"Now you may open your present."
Even he sees the erotic beauty of the dress, a shimmering haze of purple that will enhance the green of his eyes.
He holds it against his body and gazes longingly into the mirror.
He wants to put it on.
"I will leave you now to finish your hair and make-up. I shall see you at supper."
I look back into the room as I leave.
Sean is no longer there.
Only Sian.
Summary: Sean is no longer there, only Sian.
Rated: R
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: KinkChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 279 Read: 606
Published: 02 Aug 2009 Updated: 02 Aug 2009