[None of her slow, languorous sipping and arching to put the glass down is really dispelling the lingering idea that he might have fallen asleep and this is a dream. But he hasn't, it isn't, and he isn't shy about admiring the planes of muscle beneath smooth skin as she moves and comes back to him. She's so eager, but she's taking her time to show off, just like she'd promised last time.
Which is why he doesn't reach out until she's got her hands on either side of him, sitting up so he has to tip his head back to see her face. The pout makes him laugh, a little huff of breath, as he finally lifts a hand and trails his fingers lightly up her left side to skim the border where her bra meets her skin.]
Well. Since you're here. And you came all this way, I suppose you...must have something on your mind.
[And his palm flattens against her ribs, slides around to her back, all the way down to curve around her ass, and back up.]
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Which is why he doesn't reach out until she's got her hands on either side of him, sitting up so he has to tip his head back to see her face. The pout makes him laugh, a little huff of breath, as he finally lifts a hand and trails his fingers lightly up her left side to skim the border where her bra meets her skin.]
Well. Since you're here. And you came all this way, I suppose you...must have something on your mind.
[And his palm flattens against her ribs, slides around to her back, all the way down to curve around her ass, and back up.]
What is it?