[Her blue eyes are sharp and alight with mischief as she watches him look at her, lets him drink her down before letting her gaze be drawn to the motion of his hand and the implication inherent in what it does.]
I am not much of a traditionalist.
[But she puts a hand on his shoulder anyway, pressing him back a little more firmly into the back of the couch, and slides so that it's easier for her to bend down and reach him — still something of a feat, given the way she's sitting on him, but none too impossible so long as she's careful not to lose her balance and topple off of him.
Once he's been sufficiently pushed, her fingers of the same hand trace down to dip below his opened collar, finding the place that's the mirror of where he'd bitten her and tracing a light circle against it.]
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[Her blue eyes are sharp and alight with mischief as she watches him look at her, lets him drink her down before letting her gaze be drawn to the motion of his hand and the implication inherent in what it does.]
I am not much of a traditionalist.
[But she puts a hand on his shoulder anyway, pressing him back a little more firmly into the back of the couch, and slides so that it's easier for her to bend down and reach him — still something of a feat, given the way she's sitting on him, but none too impossible so long as she's careful not to lose her balance and topple off of him.
Once he's been sufficiently pushed, her fingers of the same hand trace down to dip below his opened collar, finding the place that's the mirror of where he'd bitten her and tracing a light circle against it.]
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