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Eudice looked about her, trying to take in what was going on. She saw Philippe standing in front of the mirror, his hands fumbling about at the tie around his neck, switching glances between the mirror and the poor attempt at looking at the knot of the tie as he was doing it. She saw that he looked frustrated, as his hands kept knotting and unknotting the tie.

The once crisp silk tie had started to gain more than a few creases in it, most of it removable from a good ironing. Eudice shook her head and walked up to Philippe, who started to protest, but she just raised her index finger and touched him gently on the lips, calming his frustrated soul through the soulful look in her eyes. He saw her glance and started to calm down, a sense of mild resignation and ironic satisfaction glowing through him.

Eudice undid the entire mess that Philippe had done and straightened it out as much as she could, running the tie along her bare thigh as she had rested her leg on the foot stool next to him. She was getting dressed as well, and hadn't put her hosiery on yet, and so her milky white legs emerged sultrily through the opening of her knee-length skirt.

Philippe's iris dilated at the sight of her trying to smooth out the crinkles in his tie the way she did, and suddenly she seemed aware of what she had done and hastily dropped her leg down and looped the tie back around his neck, her face blushing crimson and trying her hardest to look at the tie that she was trying to make the proper Windsor knot in.

Philippe brought both his hands on top of hers, and with his right hand, gently touched her on the chin and softly lifted her face so that he could see her eyes. She tried to avert her gaze, but it was all in vain---she found herself looking at Philippe's eyes. Their sights locked thus, and she stopped fiddling with the tie.

That moment seemed to last an eternity as they spoke unspoken words between each other through that shared gaze. Her blushing faded, and in its stead was a gentle flush that signified a new found arousal and contentment. Philippe too found his mood improving tremendously.

Reality snapped them back in time, and without a word, Eudice finished up the Windsor knot and scurried off to put on her hosiery while Philippe slipped the now done tie under his just buttoned up collar.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 28-Jan-2014 23:32:46)