( She watches as he pulls off that shirt, the only movement the light, habitual sway of her hips, dark eyes which flick up the bare expanse of pale skin, teeth catching her lower lip. Her head tilts up slowly, raking her eyes from Will's throat to his lips before he has her by the hips and she lets him have this moment without fighting. Fingers curl around his shoulders, giving her just enough support to stretch a little bit because god knows she's acquainted with working around height differences, that she's always conscious of the fact that just about everyone she knows is a giant and compensates by seeming unflappable.
Never let them take you by surprise, or you're dead.
This isn't a surprise, it's been all but inevitable since they were in Eudio, taking glances at each other which lingered just a little too long. Too many moments which, now, seem like obvious chances bypassed out of guilt or some misguided attempt to stay safe. Somewhere, something in her knew it would come to this. )
Can't in clothes.
( Her words are quiet, nearly as raw as the order a moment ago, tinted deep with lust and light amusement. )
Do somethin' about that.
( An order that doesn't sound as harsh as the last one, one last obstacle to do away with.
... You can't deny a girl one last piece of fun, right? )
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Never let them take you by surprise, or you're dead.
This isn't a surprise, it's been all but inevitable since they were in Eudio, taking glances at each other which lingered just a little too long. Too many moments which, now, seem like obvious chances bypassed out of guilt or some misguided attempt to stay safe. Somewhere, something in her knew it would come to this. )
Can't in clothes.
( Her words are quiet, nearly as raw as the order a moment ago, tinted deep with lust and light amusement. )
Do somethin' about that.
( An order that doesn't sound as harsh as the last one, one last obstacle to do away with.
... You can't deny a girl one last piece of fun, right? )