[ the shirt hits the pillow and she rolls her eyes (a bit dramatically) at the make yourself at home . . . but she grabs the shirt, about to ask him to turn around when he does it without asking.
it causes her to shed her own shirt and bra, tugging on the (very oversized) shirt. it smells like his soap, which causes a faint smile as she tucks her nose into the collar. she decides to keep her pants on -- they're comfortable anyway. it won't matter if she sleeps in them. ]
You are really tall.
[ she says, matter-of-factly, the longer sleeves of the shirt falling well over her hands as she laughs to herself, tugging them up fruitlessly before she falls back into the pillows. ]
Any girlfriend of yours must have had fun, stealing your clothes.
[ lucky girl. or boy. whichever. it doesn't really matter. ]
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Date: 2020-10-12 05:07 pm (UTC)it causes her to shed her own shirt and bra, tugging on the (very oversized) shirt. it smells like his soap, which causes a faint smile as she tucks her nose into the collar. she decides to keep her pants on -- they're comfortable anyway. it won't matter if she sleeps in them. ]
You are really tall.
[ she says, matter-of-factly, the longer sleeves of the shirt falling well over her hands as she laughs to herself, tugging them up fruitlessly before she falls back into the pillows. ]
Any girlfriend of yours must have had fun, stealing your clothes.
[ lucky girl. or boy. whichever. it doesn't really matter. ]