[ Well, that's something. She spots the flash of his eyes and something in her chest leaps. It feels like a success of some kind, though that sense is lost as he pulls her hand away and tugs her towards her feet. She pulls her wrist back once she's upright, suddenly more aware of how bare she is — and paradoxically, how much more bare he is. How can she feel so naked when he's more naked?
She affords it no further thought. Instead, she holds her hands up as though in surrender, palms out, fingers splayed. ]
no subject
She affords it no further thought. Instead, she holds her hands up as though in surrender, palms out, fingers splayed. ]
Be my guest.
[ He did say he'd enjoy it, after all. ]