Now it's his turn; opening his eyes, he resettles in her lap so he's looking up at her face.
Then, with a hint of smile (just for Beth, only for Beth, always for Beth), he taps his own finger to his lips. His hair isn't going anywhere, but this moment right now is practically calling out for embodiment of the phrase turnabout is fair play. Since it's a long stretch down for her and her body's still recovering from the little incident a week and a half or so ago, he raises himself, resting on one palm, so she doesn't have quite so far to go to meet his request.
Besides, it isn't like sitting here on the bed with her making out like a horny high school kid on date night is a hardship or anything. Actually, it's kind of fun -- no, really fun -- and there's this tight little anticipation of how far will she let me go? Hell, he knows she's not ready for all the shit they used to do, but it still feels good to know that he's as much of a turn-on to her as she is to him.
He saw that flush on her cheeks earlier and that look in her eyes.
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Date: 2006-10-03 11:11 pm (UTC)Then, with a hint of smile (just for Beth, only for Beth, always for Beth), he taps his own finger to his lips. His hair isn't going anywhere, but this moment right now is practically calling out for embodiment of the phrase turnabout is fair play. Since it's a long stretch down for her and her body's still recovering from the little incident a week and a half or so ago, he raises himself, resting on one palm, so she doesn't have quite so far to go to meet his request.
Besides, it isn't like sitting here on the bed with her making out like a horny high school kid on date night is a hardship or anything. Actually, it's kind of fun -- no, really fun -- and there's this tight little anticipation of how far will she let me go? Hell, he knows she's not ready for all the shit they used to do, but it still feels good to know that he's as much of a turn-on to her as she is to him.
He saw that flush on her cheeks earlier and that look in her eyes.