[ It was almost as if she were doing it on purpose. Then again, knowing Clara, it might well have been. She'd worn a lovely pleated thing - tights as always - and that was enough to keep Harry's eye wandering for the whole adventure out. Just enough shown. Just enough to tease him.
Another piece of artwork to admire on their museum date and he found the perfect opportunity. A hand slowly lowering to the small of her back. Little pressured circles as they debated the piece. ]
[ Clara did legitimately wear short skirts with a purpose, long before she'd met Harry. She was but a petite thing, barely five-foot-one; showing so much leg, clothed in tights to keep things decent, gave her the illusion of length and height, she believed.
But if her tendency toward little skirts that flashed a lot of leg, and tights that only really served to complement their shape, happened to also draw his eye, well. That couldn't be helped.
But it could be enjoyed.
She squinted at the painting before them, lifting her chin, lips pursed in thought. ]
No, I do. I like the color a lot. There's just--
[ She gestures with both hands, waving them at the piece, taking half a step back. Which puts more pressure in his little circles, which is entirely pleasing. ]
[ The circles slowly stop and his hand glides right to her hip. Not quite pulling her close, but assuredly leading to something. Hours of this skirt already, thank you. ]
And what's so wrong with being everywhere? The chaos, the excitement...
[ Harry was a learned man but art? Enough to get by in certain situations. Enough to tease Clara. ]
[ Home again. Or one of their homes. They spent such little time at either that it didn't really matter. It might as well have been separate rooms in a study. The comfort helped the mood. Harry and Merlin catching each other sweeping their eyes up and down. It was the third time just in Merlin making tea. Harry's fingers lingered on his, trailing up to his wrist. Their banter might as well have been gibberish for all they were really paying attention to the conversation - the looks and touches said it all. Still, Harry was never one to miss out on an opportunity. ]
[Merlin's breath catches in his throat at the question, and he curls his fingers around his mug, steadying himself. He can't say it's an idea he's never entertained. But he never really expected that idea to come to fruition. Things between them were simply...how they were, as frustrating as it was. Light touches, longing looks, idle flirtations. Nothing concrete, until now.]
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clara's short skirt
Another piece of artwork to admire on their museum date and he found the perfect opportunity. A hand slowly lowering to the small of her back. Little pressured circles as they debated the piece. ]
Don't you find at least the colour pleasing?
no subject
But if her tendency toward little skirts that flashed a lot of leg, and tights that only really served to complement their shape, happened to also draw his eye, well. That couldn't be helped.
But it could be enjoyed.
She squinted at the painting before them, lifting her chin, lips pursed in thought. ]
No, I do. I like the color a lot. There's just--
[ She gestures with both hands, waving them at the piece, taking half a step back. Which puts more pressure in his little circles, which is entirely pleasing. ]
So much. Everywhere.
no subject
And what's so wrong with being everywhere? The chaos, the excitement...
[ Harry was a learned man but art? Enough to get by in certain situations. Enough to tease Clara. ]
no subject
[ Unlike with donning that skirt, she knew exactly where to draw one's eye.
She leans in closer, craning her neck a little to look up at him. ]
What do you think? Where should I be looking?
merlin's suit
And if I might... want to help you undress?
no subject
I'd ask if you were absolutely certain.