[ the plan of attack is simple: she straddles his lap, because it's the easiest way to ensure that as much of her body as possible presses against him, and her fingertips slide into his hair, because that's the easiest way to coax soft shivers from him before her mouth even gets involved.
which, for the record, it will. just because he can't touch doesn't mean she won't. her mouth has plenty to do, peppering soft-as-air kisses all over: the line of his jaw, the arc of his cheekbones, the column of his throat, the shell of his ear. her teeth drag too, just enough that he can feel the ghost of her breath afterwards, over all those spots.
a minute isn't too long, but sixty seconds do carry on quite a while when weight is heavy in his lap, and she's counting on him starting to squirm and groan long before the minute is up. ]
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which, for the record, it will. just because he can't touch doesn't mean she won't. her mouth has plenty to do, peppering soft-as-air kisses all over: the line of his jaw, the arc of his cheekbones, the column of his throat, the shell of his ear. her teeth drag too, just enough that he can feel the ghost of her breath afterwards, over all those spots.
a minute isn't too long, but sixty seconds do carry on quite a while when weight is heavy in his lap, and she's counting on him starting to squirm and groan long before the minute is up. ]
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