Mm, maybe. ( it's an answer, but whether her nonspecific murmur is in response to his query on moving locales or the suggestion to obtain the recipe is really a mystery that kimberly feels quite content to leave unsolved for now. she'd much rather loan her attentions to the smooth path his palms trace across her back, the way they leave a wake of cooled skin behind with each pass that quickly heats back up in their absence. it's a heady feeling, being so warm all over and yet cooled in all the places where their skin meets. she'd like more of it. his question only proves he does too.
not that there was really any doubt of that.
no, she's quite certain she knows exactly how much he'd like to find somewhere private. or, rather, how much he needs to, given the insistent pressure against her as she rocks in his lap, the hem of her dress riding up just a little more with each movement. )
You're not really making me want to get up, you know...
( might as well just carry her. she's pretty sure they passed a few private spaces during their initial exploration. they should surely be unoccupied by now, right? )
i waited a week to tag this as punishment for that emoji choice
not that there was really any doubt of that.
no, she's quite certain she knows exactly how much he'd like to find somewhere private. or, rather, how much he needs to, given the insistent pressure against her as she rocks in his lap, the hem of her dress riding up just a little more with each movement. )
You're not really making me want to get up, you know...
( might as well just carry her. she's pretty sure they passed a few private spaces during their initial exploration. they should surely be unoccupied by now, right? )