Don't you think that's just gonna keep you up all night?
[ The question leaves her in closer to a breathless rush, and she can't tell if it's brought on by his lingering proximity to her or the fact that his hands are still on her skin, thumbs gently sweeping back and forth against that bare stretch in a way that pulls her mind helplessly to exactly those points. She shifts, but not enough to move herself out of his hold, which is probably enough of a clear giveaway that she doesn't mind his touch on her — that she doesn't want to give it up now that she's got it.
It also doesn't help that she's still gripping his arms too, fingers clutching at his biceps before her palms enter the mix too, solidifying that hold until she can't even pretend she's just using him to keep herself upright anymore. That excuse disappeared the second his gaze fell to his mouth and she noticed, something inside her clenching when she catches a glimpse of his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips. ]
I mean. [ God, what had she meant? ] Unless you're just in the mood for something nice and hot.
[ he mutters the response almost automatically, not even entirely paying attention to it for the fact that everything else proves to be a lot more distracting. he knows that he shouldn't be touching her like he is, that he should really be respecting her personal space right now but he can't seem to withdraw his touch, almost as if magnetized, and it seems like she's not drawing back either.
and all of that in itself is a bad sign, particularly because he knows what's happened in the past when their hands couldn't restrain from touching one another.
as always, he stops thinking when he's with her, never sure if it's credited to something else or if it's just her and whatever damn effect she has when she shows up, like her presence is just a clear sign that shit's about to get fucked for him, one way or another — usually pretty literally.
but his fingers continue to slide along her skin, fingers dipping just slightly beneath the hem of her sleeves. ]
Maybe I do need something worth keeping me awake. Got any ideas? [ a terrible question to ask right now. ]
Not that you can even really tell when night is around here, since… the whole space thing.
[ God, she needs to quit while she’s ahead apparently, because every time she so much as opens her mouth around him she’s at risk for saying something completely idiotic. It doesn’t help either that they haven’t fully broken away from each other, and deep down she wonders if it’s more of whatever’s got everyone on this ship feeling hotter than normal — but a part of her thinks it might not even be that much, not when she hadn’t had that excuse to fall back on the other times she’d hauled him against her and relearned what his mouth tasted like.
Before she can even think about it, one of her hands has slid up to his shoulder, fingers stroking against the line between the collar of his shirt and the side of his neck, something soft and almost imperceptible as he poses the ask, and she doesn’t think she’s imagining the way his voice deepens when he says it either. ]
Maybe I’ve got something for you in there. [ She jerks her head back, a quick nod in the direction of her own room, only a few steps away from where they’re standing. It’s not the best line she could come up with, but she blames how he peers to her, the sheen on his lower lip from where he’d licked it, and how she wants to chase after it with her own tongue. ] How’s that idea sound to you?
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[ The question leaves her in closer to a breathless rush, and she can't tell if it's brought on by his lingering proximity to her or the fact that his hands are still on her skin, thumbs gently sweeping back and forth against that bare stretch in a way that pulls her mind helplessly to exactly those points. She shifts, but not enough to move herself out of his hold, which is probably enough of a clear giveaway that she doesn't mind his touch on her — that she doesn't want to give it up now that she's got it.
It also doesn't help that she's still gripping his arms too, fingers clutching at his biceps before her palms enter the mix too, solidifying that hold until she can't even pretend she's just using him to keep herself upright anymore. That excuse disappeared the second his gaze fell to his mouth and she noticed, something inside her clenching when she catches a glimpse of his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips. ]
I mean. [ God, what had she meant? ] Unless you're just in the mood for something nice and hot.
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[ he mutters the response almost automatically, not even entirely paying attention to it for the fact that everything else proves to be a lot more distracting. he knows that he shouldn't be touching her like he is, that he should really be respecting her personal space right now but he can't seem to withdraw his touch, almost as if magnetized, and it seems like she's not drawing back either.
and all of that in itself is a bad sign, particularly because he knows what's happened in the past when their hands couldn't restrain from touching one another.
as always, he stops thinking when he's with her, never sure if it's credited to something else or if it's just her and whatever damn effect she has when she shows up, like her presence is just a clear sign that shit's about to get fucked for him, one way or another — usually pretty literally.
but his fingers continue to slide along her skin, fingers dipping just slightly beneath the hem of her sleeves. ]
Maybe I do need something worth keeping me awake. Got any ideas? [ a terrible question to ask right now. ]
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[ God, she needs to quit while she’s ahead apparently, because every time she so much as opens her mouth around him she’s at risk for saying something completely idiotic. It doesn’t help either that they haven’t fully broken away from each other, and deep down she wonders if it’s more of whatever’s got everyone on this ship feeling hotter than normal — but a part of her thinks it might not even be that much, not when she hadn’t had that excuse to fall back on the other times she’d hauled him against her and relearned what his mouth tasted like.
Before she can even think about it, one of her hands has slid up to his shoulder, fingers stroking against the line between the collar of his shirt and the side of his neck, something soft and almost imperceptible as he poses the ask, and she doesn’t think she’s imagining the way his voice deepens when he says it either. ]
Maybe I’ve got something for you in there. [ She jerks her head back, a quick nod in the direction of her own room, only a few steps away from where they’re standing. It’s not the best line she could come up with, but she blames how he peers to her, the sheen on his lower lip from where he’d licked it, and how she wants to chase after it with her own tongue. ] How’s that idea sound to you?