her hip QUOTES

1 " She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex than anything I'd seen in my young life. "

― Patrick Rothfuss , The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)

2 " His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.
It wasn’t the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.
“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day… "

― J.R. Ward , Lover Reborn (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #10)

3 " Do you know how hard it is to paint kindness?” She leaned her hip against a desk in the corner of the room, still watching me. “It’s the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can’t hide it. And people either are or they aren’t. "

― Laura Anderson Kurk , Perfect Glass

4 " Tell me if this is too forward," he said in a low voice that was surprisingly shaky, " but do you want to come---" " Yes," she answered, exhaling hot breath on his neck.He grinned and gave her hip a squeeze. " I must say, this has been the most pleasant surprise I could imagine." " You're not very imaginative, then." She gave him the flirty eyes." Good thing I am. "

5 " But baby, you started this.” The hand on her hip tugged her closer, her inner thighs brushing against the smooth fabric pulled taut over his long legs.She tugged at the fingers on her hip, wriggling at the same time, desperate to escape. “And now I’m ending it.”“I’ll decide where it ends,” he said. "

6 " It was always the same for her when she arrived to meet the body. After she unbuckled her seat belt, after she pulled a stick pen from the rubber band on the sun visor, after her long fingers brushed her hip to feel the comfort of her service piece, what she always did was pause. Not long. Just the length of a slow deep breath. That's all it took for her to remember the one thing she will never forget. Another body waited. She drew the breath. And when she could feel the raw edges of the hole that had been blown in her life, Detective Nikki Heat was ready. She opened the car door and went to work . . . Heat could have made it easier on herself by parking closer, but this was another of her rituals: the walk up. Every crime scene was a flavor of chaos, and these two hundred feet afforded the detective her only chance to fill the clean slate with her own impressions. "

― Richard Castle

7 " The flick of her hip is distilled erotica, a practiced sexuality. "

― Thomm Quackenbush , Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft

8 " He seems to be supporting her tenderly. But what holds them together is difficult to pin down.In her memoir, she wrote that he once dropped her on her hip very painfully, and she had the distinct impression he’d done it on purpose.What really goes on between two people is very difficult to say. "