[The way she's leaning into him, it's easy for him to shift his hips and make his continuing interest obvious to her. He's thought of a few filthy things while he was working her, but the one that most immediately comes to mind...
He lifts his eyes from her face and looks across the lab at the chair where she'd first slipped into his lap. That's a treasured memory, that first encounter, as he glances over to the table with the faint indentations in the metal. But the table isn't his focus right now, and he looks back at the chair, and both hands go around her waist before he swings them around and takes a step backward, tugging her with him.]
Do you remember...the first time you came to visit?
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He lifts his eyes from her face and looks across the lab at the chair where she'd first slipped into his lap. That's a treasured memory, that first encounter, as he glances over to the table with the faint indentations in the metal. But the table isn't his focus right now, and he looks back at the chair, and both hands go around her waist before he swings them around and takes a step backward, tugging her with him.]
Do you remember...the first time you came to visit?