[ sometimes, even in public. the ferris wheel had been a mix of both, hadn't it? the presumption of privacy and then the realization and subsequent crash back to public earth. this, at least, was fully private. ]
Can you handle that? [ a soft exhale, appreciation and adjustment both, as he settles against her; his weight is warm and firm over her hips, but it's a weight she welcomes, familiar and enticing all at once. as he shifts, her face tips up to his, a coy smile toying at the edge of her mouth. ] If I take it with me, I'm gonna wear it to bed at night.
[ can he handle that mental image? her, in his shirt and nothing else, all alone in her bed... thinking about him, probably, and having to take care of what he's not there to do? ]
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Can you handle that? [ a soft exhale, appreciation and adjustment both, as he settles against her; his weight is warm and firm over her hips, but it's a weight she welcomes, familiar and enticing all at once. as he shifts, her face tips up to his, a coy smile toying at the edge of her mouth. ] If I take it with me, I'm gonna wear it to bed at night.
[ can he handle that mental image? her, in his shirt and nothing else, all alone in her bed... thinking about him, probably, and having to take care of what he's not there to do? ]