[ She takes a few moments to inspect the couch, clearly testing how squishy the cushions were. Apparently it passes some kind of muster, since she soon walks across the room, giving herself some space.
There's a few more moments of preparation—rolling her shoulders back to loosen any tension, a focused look on her face as she calculates what exactly she's going to do. Even without knowing her very well, it's clear she's done this quite a bit, her motions graceful and sure. Before she starts off though, she ties the bottom of her shirt into a knot, creating a pseudo crop top. Just enough of her midriff shows and he has to remind himself not to stare, suddenly dazed by the realization he finds her attractive.
Which is just. A bad idea all around.
Good thing he doesn't have much time to think on it, because she's suddenly in motion. A blur of a run as she closes the distance between her and the couch and then she's lifted herself up onto the back of it in a smooth movement. Her arms don't even quiver as she keeps herself up and then slowly lowers back onto the couch, barely making a sound.
With extreme restraint, he forces a blush down as she brushes the hair out of her face and unties her shirt to shake it out. ]
I'm impressed. [ That's honest. ] No, they were fresh out when I moved in. Back ordered into oblivion.
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There's a few more moments of preparation—rolling her shoulders back to loosen any tension, a focused look on her face as she calculates what exactly she's going to do. Even without knowing her very well, it's clear she's done this quite a bit, her motions graceful and sure. Before she starts off though, she ties the bottom of her shirt into a knot, creating a pseudo crop top. Just enough of her midriff shows and he has to remind himself not to stare, suddenly dazed by the realization he finds her attractive.
Which is just. A bad idea all around.
Good thing he doesn't have much time to think on it, because she's suddenly in motion. A blur of a run as she closes the distance between her and the couch and then she's lifted herself up onto the back of it in a smooth movement. Her arms don't even quiver as she keeps herself up and then slowly lowers back onto the couch, barely making a sound.
With extreme restraint, he forces a blush down as she brushes the hair out of her face and unties her shirt to shake it out. ]
I'm impressed. [ That's honest. ] No, they were fresh out when I moved in. Back ordered into oblivion.