Just love that tie twiddling. Want to see lots more and maybe a little loosening would go down well.
My contribution to tie!fic. Thanks, Talbotrail!
The door to the honeymoon suite at the Queen's Hotel closed behind them, and there was a brief and awkward lull as they stood there staring at one another. Now that they were free to know one another biblically, they were paralyzed with uncertainty.
Determined to finally remove his tie, Julia wasted no time in pressing him up against the door, where they shared some heated kisses. They were finally married, and nothing was going to stop her in her quest to remove that damnable article of clothing that was symbolic of his Herculean self-restraint.
It was time to cease with the proprieties and commence with the indulgences.
Pulling back, Julia began to run her hands up and down his chest, pushing his formal morning coat from his broad shoulders and slipping it down his arms and onto the floor.
Looking at her with a smirk on his face, he did nothing to stop her as her hands ran up and down his chest and beneath his formal waistcoat, tentatively untucking his shirt from his trousers. Emboldened at the fact that he did nothing to stop her, she unbuttoned his waistcoat and slid that off as well.
She appreciated that he was letting her explore, but she did wonder when he was going to take a more active role in the consummation of their marriage. Looking up at him again, his smirk was even bigger, and his eyes were laughing.
Yet he made no move to intervene-he was content to watch her. He'd been unable to keep his hands off of her most of the day, so she was surprised that he didn't seem eager to remove her dress.
But, Julia continued in her efforts, working her way to her goal of removing his neckwear-the one article of clothing that had taunted her for years, holding his passions back. Looking into his eyes, she unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time starting from the bottom, and still, he made no move to cease her actions.
The smirk remained firmly in place, yet the breathing became more ragged, and his eyes grew darker. Slowly, she worked her way up to his collar, where the tie and studs lay-the last barrier to his passion. As she undid the collar buttons and removed his cufflinks and studs, she placed her hands on his white bow tie, and slowly undid it.
As she held both ends of the tie in her hands, she looked in his eyes and he merely nodded his consent as she pulled it free from his neck. Dropping it to the floor, she began to work on removing his dress and under shirt, but never got the chance. Before she knew what was happening, he had flipped their positions and now had her pressed against the door, his nimble fingers making quick work of removing her dress, corset, and undergarments with a speed and certainty that she decided to not think about just then.
Before she realized what had happened, she was nude and being carried to the bed while he still wore his trousers slung low on his hips, and his shirt lay open, exposing his undershirt.
She had no idea what had just happened, but she liked it.
Freud was right-the tie was deeply symbolic.