"What's that one?" he wonders with a smile she can't see but might hear. He's - at ease here with her. Confident in himself and his movements. Confident in her.
"Doesn't sound like a curse, so it must be something nice."
When she sits, he slides in behind her, his legs to either side, pulling her back against his chest. He's better able to touch her now that they're sitting, and he uses one hand to guide her thighs apart.
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Date: 2024-12-11 04:02 am (UTC)"Doesn't sound like a curse, so it must be something nice."
When she sits, he slides in behind her, his legs to either side, pulling her back against his chest. He's better able to touch her now that they're sitting, and he uses one hand to guide her thighs apart.