Her laughter died away and she frowned at the jacket hanging from his outstretched hand, as if he'd presented her with some sort of unknown, alien object.
"Oh," she whispered, realizing how exposed she was practically rolling around naked in the sand in broad daylight. Slowly, she sat up, knees drawn to her chest, one ripped stocking rolled down around her calf. Reaching for the jacket, she let her fingertips brush his knuckles, just to see if he was real.
He felt real enough.
The leather was soft under her fingertips. It was heavy and warm with body heat as she slipped her arms into its sleeves. Pulling it around herself, she ducked her head and discretely sniffed the collar.
He smelled real enough, too.
"You know," she said, matter-of-fact, "You don't look like an angel."
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Date: 2017-02-25 02:23 am (UTC)"Oh," she whispered, realizing how exposed she was practically rolling around naked in the sand in broad daylight. Slowly, she sat up, knees drawn to her chest, one ripped stocking rolled down around her calf. Reaching for the jacket, she let her fingertips brush his knuckles, just to see if he was real.
He felt real enough.
The leather was soft under her fingertips. It was heavy and warm with body heat as she slipped her arms into its sleeves. Pulling it around herself, she ducked her head and discretely sniffed the collar.
He smelled real enough, too.
"You know," she said, matter-of-fact, "You don't look like an angel."