Work Text:
The first time he went to his knees for her, it began as something else entirely: a dropped pin, a soft "oh," the floor beneath his knees and the carpet against his palms. He searched for the pin. Crawling slowly around her legs. A flicker of light near her right foot, a tiny star: he picked it up. Straightened. Phryne's hand was warm against the back of his neck--he wasn't sure when she reached out, placed her palm against his skin--and he bowed his head. His cheeks, face, body flushed hot, but still he did not stand up.