moves

I am wearing a snug black cashmere sweater, with a neckline that gathers in a little pucker between my breasts to cup my curves. He is standing at my back, his arms enclosing me; beneath the thin wool i can see his hands alter my shape, feel him taking their weight then squeezing gently, rolling my flesh in his palms, all warmth and softness, a luxuriating stillness between us as we focus on skin.

He is a little bit of a geek.

"It's like playing with someone else's toys" he sighs happily into my ear.

Half an hour earlier:

We were talking movies.

"Do you remember the scene in Flashdance" he asks,

"where Alex takes her bra off through the sleeves of her top?"

That was subtle" i said.