She slides her hand up, underneath his shirt, finding the skin of his abdomen to trace nonsense patterns on with her fingertips.
"There was once," she admits. She reaches back and puts her hand over his, not pulling his away, but halting the forward motion where it is. "Might be again. You applying?"
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Date: 2024-12-09 07:12 pm (UTC)"There was once," she admits. She reaches back and puts her hand over his, not pulling his away, but halting the forward motion where it is. "Might be again. You applying?"