[Her own breath hitches, chest twitching slightly with the effort it takes to stay still. That breath is slowly released, shaky and a little louder than she'd like it to be. As tempting as it is to point out that his actions aren't matching up to his words, she doesn't want to ruin things by letting her mouth run just for the sake of getting the upper hand. He needs time to explore her, to get used to this (whatever it is they're diving into here). Teeth press against her lower lip as she shifts a little, trying to ignore the warmth of arousal that she feels just from his slight touch.
Without breaking their eye contact her hands go to his shirt, casually working on shifting it upward. There's a mock-innocent look on her face as she does it, and her eyebrows arch upward as if she's challenging him to either tell her to stop or make the next move.]
You don't have to stay.
[The words are whispered, and she almost loathes how pathetic it makes her sound.]
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Without breaking their eye contact her hands go to his shirt, casually working on shifting it upward. There's a mock-innocent look on her face as she does it, and her eyebrows arch upward as if she's challenging him to either tell her to stop or make the next move.]
You don't have to stay.
[The words are whispered, and she almost loathes how pathetic it makes her sound.]