-1A Treat for Evey

Evey lay stretched out on the couch, the flickering lights of the television illuminating her delicate features. The now forgotten film continued to roll over the screen, the dialog falling on deaf ears. He touched her gently at first, his leather-clad fingers drifting over her exposed skin. Even his lightest touches elicited soft, sweet sounds from her throat. With feather-light touches, he trailed his fingertips over her most sensitive areas. A slight moan escaped her parted lips. Encouraged by her response, V removed one long, leather glove, and then the other, dropping them unceremoniously onto the coffee table. Evey's eyes were shut tight, she would not see. His bared fingers moved more demandingly, probing into her willing flesh. "Oh God, V," Evey groaned, as skilled fingers slid up to find her apex. "Shhh," V soother her, lifting one of his hands to stroke the hair back from her temple, where tiny beads of moisture were threatening to dampen her chestnut curls. He gazed upon his handiwork. She was the picture of ecstasy, her head tossing from one side to the other, a slight blush coloring her usually pale skin. Her full lips were slightly parted in a pout, giving the occasional glimpse of a small, pink tongue. Her elegant brows furrowed as he redoubled his efforts. She gasped, her cheeks flushing a most attractive shade of pink, as he pressed harder into her. Too soon, her head was thrown back against the cushions, a deep groan issuing from her throat.

Slowly, the stillness of the Gallery returned, broken only by Evey's panting. "Was that to your liking, Evey?" V asked, dropping his gaze to the stone tile between his boots.

"Oh, V," she released a long sigh, struggling to catch her breath, "that was the best foot massage I've ever had!"