[ He kisses a little further down her forearm before releasing it, both hands settling back onto her hips. There's still a faint bit of color clinging onto his cheeks, he can feel the heat of it, as he tries not to think too hard about what he wants to do later.
Because they've been pushing their boundaries more, figuring out what feels good and what doesn't. They'd figured out pretty quickly that fingering doesn't go how either of them would like. For him, it's a touch thing, the (flattering) dampness hard for him to work past. And for her, it dredges up bad memories. Nameless men touching without asking, trying to control how her body reacted.
He thinks, though, he might have a solution. ]
I'll be fine after dinner. [ Really, he just needs the time to decompress. And to not be talking to a bunch of people he doesn't know very well aside from their financial state.
The doorbell pings and he ducks forward for another quick kiss before he lets her go. ]
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Because they've been pushing their boundaries more, figuring out what feels good and what doesn't. They'd figured out pretty quickly that fingering doesn't go how either of them would like. For him, it's a touch thing, the (flattering) dampness hard for him to work past. And for her, it dredges up bad memories. Nameless men touching without asking, trying to control how her body reacted.
He thinks, though, he might have a solution. ]
I'll be fine after dinner. [ Really, he just needs the time to decompress. And to not be talking to a bunch of people he doesn't know very well aside from their financial state.
The doorbell pings and he ducks forward for another quick kiss before he lets her go. ]
Speaking of, probably.