Carol
Elroy Thèvenet
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet

Elroy did not hide the desire for his wife as his eyes traveled up and down her body. He knew that Jasmine prefered her simple garmets - and he found her beautiful in them as well - but in that moment, she was stunning and flashbacks of their first meeting left a residual smile on his face. 

Stepping forward, he drew her close and tilted his head as he looked down at her with teasing smile. "I don't know, my love..." He begun, nuzzling her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of jasmine and patchouli she always had. "I think the maids have found the perfect style for you." Elroy chuckled under her chin before pulling back and kissing her forehead. "But yes, perhaps you should." He continued, pretending to ponder her question. "Too many wandering eyes and I might have to loosen a few heads from their shoulders."
Erin
Jasmine Thèvenet
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet

"With such a unique color and flamboyant design, I think it would be impossible for others not to notice," Jasmine told him before she kissed his cheek. With her hand lingering on his shoulder, she went past him to the closet to fetch another dress, this one not designated for riding. A hint of a grin tugged at her lips as Elroy turned to watch her. Though Jasmine did not necessarily agree with the maids' sense of fashion, it seemed that Elroy certainly did.

Most of Jasmine's clothes were pretty, but not as elaborate as other ladies who kept up with the latest fashions. She was fond of nice colors and different designs. Though she didn't mind looking fancier on some days, especially for Elroy, Jasmine often felt that clothes should be comfortable and mobile. She was practical in that regard as she was most things.

She took one of her favorite dresses down and turned, laying it out on the bed. It was a simple dress: a cream-colored long sleeved blouse with a peacock-blue long skirt, and a dark blue-green sash around the waist. The colors suited her fairer complexion and complimented her red hair. It was simple, but elegant.

"Aren't you going to change?" Jasmine asked with a smile as she began to slip out of her nightgown. She gave Elroy's nightshirt a pointed look, her eyes trailing down to his bare, but admittedly well-defined, legs. "Or perhaps you are fond of wandering eyes, but only if you are their recipient?"
Carol
Elroy Thèvenet
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet

"I believe I've been their recipient a number of times recently." He replied, lustful eyes gazing at the smooth skin of her shoulders before traveling over the collarbone and down her body. His body reacted to the sight with very little prompting, but he simply smiled as she gazed at his shirt pointedly. "I think I'll let my eyes do the wandering this time." Leaning against the doorframe, Elroy watched as Jasmine seduced him with the simple task of getting dressed. How he yearned to move closer, rip her clothes off, and have her. '*Breathe...'* He reminded himself as she picked up the dress. 

He let out a quiet, tortured groan as the dress covered her enticing figure. "Help me button up the back?" As she turned and held up her hair, Elroy moved behind her, his hands gently caressing her toned body before hiding it behind a wall of fabric and fastenings. As the last button was secured, Elroy firmly held her waist and turned her around to face him. "That was mean." He accused with a smile.