[She hums an affirmative, idly brushing her thumb over the rough, experienced skin of his hand; something about the texture of it makes the heat in her body coil, anxious and eager. A part of her certainly wouldn't mind touching a little more of it, were she to be honest. But that's hardly an appropriate use of their time here.
I'm fine, nothing to worry about. Just thinking of how I want to smooch your fucking brains out.
....wait
wait she hadn't meant to send that.
wait she hadn't meant to think that-? Had she-?
Her eyes go wide, openly and visibly caught off guard for probably the first time since they met.]
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I'm fine, nothing to worry about. Just thinking of how I want to smooch your fucking brains out.
....wait
wait she hadn't meant to send that.
wait she hadn't meant to think that-? Had she-?
Her eyes go wide, openly and visibly caught off guard for probably the first time since they met.]