[ There is a side of Hope that not many get to see. Usually strong and confident, Hope Van Dyne wasn't always so well contained. She'd been a mess as a kid, worse as a teenager, and while she had worked through most of her major issues, there is something deeply revealing about intimacy that leaves her, very often, feeling uncomfortably naked. Like if they go through with this, go further with this, Scott will see a side of her that he won't like. It should annoy her that it matters what he thinks, but it doesn't. Not right at this moment anyway. It only makes her more nervous, more uncomfortable, not with herself with with her potential failings.
Mild internal monologue aside, the closest thing to a real, palpable feeling that she has about the whole thing is nerves. Not enough to stop her though, and not enough to overwhelm how good Scott looks with his hands cuffed to the headboard. The key hangs on a chain around her neck, a magnetic clasp at the back that would allow her to tug it off instantly if she needed to. It hangs between her breasts, revealed as she unbuttons her shirt and folds it over a chair. A pencil skirt, back-seamed stockings and a very expensive bra; Only the best for Scott's first time doing something that needs a safeword.
She watches him breath patiently as she unzips the back of her skirt. Taking her time is half for her and half for him. He can acclimatize to being restrained, and she can enjoy watching him squirm and struggle.
Maybe she's not a great person, but hey at least she's never been to prison. ]
You can talk if you want. If I don't want you, you'll know.
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Mild internal monologue aside, the closest thing to a real, palpable feeling that she has about the whole thing is nerves. Not enough to stop her though, and not enough to overwhelm how good Scott looks with his hands cuffed to the headboard. The key hangs on a chain around her neck, a magnetic clasp at the back that would allow her to tug it off instantly if she needed to. It hangs between her breasts, revealed as she unbuttons her shirt and folds it over a chair. A pencil skirt, back-seamed stockings and a very expensive bra; Only the best for Scott's first time doing something that needs a safeword.
She watches him breath patiently as she unzips the back of her skirt. Taking her time is half for her and half for him. He can acclimatize to being restrained, and she can enjoy watching him squirm and struggle.
Maybe she's not a great person, but hey at least she's never been to prison. ]
You can talk if you want. If I don't want you, you'll know.