[ she wants to. she's pretty sure it would be a little more comfortable than holding herself up over him for much longer. but she's pretty turned on too, enough to at least make sitting down on him in some way a little embarrassing. silk shorts don't exactly leave much to the imagination. still! he's being good, and by the statements made in their contract ( it exists in her head, really ), his good needs to be countered by her bad. so when his fingers drag the hem of her shirt down, her fingers find their way under his shirt to smooth up his stomach. her hand doesn't get far, not when his shirt is pressed between his back and the bed, but enough so the heel of her hand rests just above his bellybutton. so. good enough for her.
she's touching just to touch, really, no purpose behind it, at least until her hand turns a bit so her fingers brush along his side
because yes, she wants to know if he's ticklish. so what. ]
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she's touching just to touch, really, no purpose behind it, at least until her hand turns a bit so her fingers brush along his side
because yes, she wants to know if he's ticklish. so what. ]