[ Always one for darkly sardonic humor, Pelan is caught off guard by the sheer silliness of his levity. For a moment, her eyes widen with the slap, and the laugh comes at a delay on the heels of his question. She can't remember the last time she laughed that wasn't a 'we're all gonna die' laugh or a 'here's this stupid plan to keep us all from dying' laugh. She's not positive it has ever happened. ]
Let's see.
[ She sits forward, shifts onto her hands and knees, and prowls towards him. The black of his underwear makes it hard to distinguish the shape of him, and she's not exactly a connoisseur of dicks. Eyes on him, she sits back on her heels when she reaches him, and lets her fingers skitter up his thighs to glide into the waistband of his underwear.
Only if it looks like he's amiable to the move does she start to pull them down. ]
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Let's see.
[ She sits forward, shifts onto her hands and knees, and prowls towards him. The black of his underwear makes it hard to distinguish the shape of him, and she's not exactly a connoisseur of dicks. Eyes on him, she sits back on her heels when she reaches him, and lets her fingers skitter up his thighs to glide into the waistband of his underwear.
Only if it looks like he's amiable to the move does she start to pull them down. ]