He makes a soft, dissenting sound in the back of his throat.
"Can't. Sorry." She shifts closer, and he's so intensely aware of her hand
on his thigh, the fact that she could so easily be in his lap. He's so
intensely aware, also, of the fact that he's wearing sweatpants and that
doesn't really give him much room to hide. He feels her shiver
against him, his hand stilling in the small of her back. "Is that okay?" he
asks, bending his head again to smudge a kiss at the corner of her mouth,
along her jaw.
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Date: 2023-03-05 10:30 pm (UTC)He makes a soft, dissenting sound in the back of his throat.
"Can't. Sorry." She shifts closer, and he's so intensely aware of her hand on his thigh, the fact that she could so easily be in his lap. He's so intensely aware, also, of the fact that he's wearing sweatpants and that doesn't really give him much room to hide. He feels her shiver against him, his hand stilling in the small of her back. "Is that okay?" he asks, bending his head again to smudge a kiss at the corner of her mouth, along her jaw.