[Ah, yes— she had warned him against that, hadn't she? Though her face colors, the smile she offers him is sly and knowing, rather than sheepish.]
I'm afraid you caught me.
[Perhaps she had gotten a little ahead of herself when it came to laying down rules the night before— but in her defense, when they had been discussing sharing the bed, she had still been of a mind to resist the persistent pull that she'd felt building between them.
Clearly, that had gone swimmingly.]
Pleased with yourself, are you?
[That exhale tells her that he's pleased with something, at least, and her touch grows bolder, fingertips trailing towards his hip beneath the blanket, tracing the lean muscle of his abdomen en route.]
no subject
I'm afraid you caught me.
[Perhaps she had gotten a little ahead of herself when it came to laying down rules the night before— but in her defense, when they had been discussing sharing the bed, she had still been of a mind to resist the persistent pull that she'd felt building between them.
Clearly, that had gone swimmingly.]
Pleased with yourself, are you?
[That exhale tells her that he's pleased with something, at least, and her touch grows bolder, fingertips trailing towards his hip beneath the blanket, tracing the lean muscle of his abdomen en route.]