[Her arm starts to curl up to press her hand against the side of his head as his lips find her neck, and her fingers just barely touch him when he pulls away. His question makes her eyebrows arch, and she slowly turns her head to stare up at him with amusement.
She can think back to a time before they fell into each other's life the way they are now where she might've scolded him. Or said something sassy and baiting to try and one up him. Neither reaction feels appropriate now, when she's so completely comfortable with him that it takes a lot to embarrass her.]
Do you really have to ask?
[Or clarify what he meant, though she doesn't bother adding that. Given their track record with being able to keep their hands off one another, she figures she's owed that particular little tease. It doesn't stop her from laughing and reaching over to hit him on the chest, like she genuinely can't believe he's gone and said a thing like that.
Then again, he's completely shameless and she's lost any and all of her shame with him. It's an interesting place they've found themselves in, where they can bounce between talk of hallucinogens and the painful emotion of his being on ice forever. Something about it being Christmas only makes it more comical to her. It makes it more special, and she lets the moment draw out a little before she gives him the answer he's waiting to hear.]
Why bother doing anything if it's not going hard?
[And with the way her smile turns into something almost devilish, it's obvious she's not just talking about what's in the bag.]
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She can think back to a time before they fell into each other's life the way they are now where she might've scolded him. Or said something sassy and baiting to try and one up him. Neither reaction feels appropriate now, when she's so completely comfortable with him that it takes a lot to embarrass her.]
Do you really have to ask?
[Or clarify what he meant, though she doesn't bother adding that. Given their track record with being able to keep their hands off one another, she figures she's owed that particular little tease. It doesn't stop her from laughing and reaching over to hit him on the chest, like she genuinely can't believe he's gone and said a thing like that.
Then again, he's completely shameless and she's lost any and all of her shame with him. It's an interesting place they've found themselves in, where they can bounce between talk of hallucinogens and the painful emotion of his being on ice forever. Something about it being Christmas only makes it more comical to her. It makes it more special, and she lets the moment draw out a little before she gives him the answer he's waiting to hear.]
Why bother doing anything if it's not going hard?
[And with the way her smile turns into something almost devilish, it's obvious she's not just talking about what's in the bag.]