[She waits patiently, letting the silence drags on while he thinks. And then he answers in surprise and she realizes he hadn't realized she touches herself. Or hadn't thought about it, probably. She wonders if he's imagining it now, and finds her cheeks feeling warm.
He admits that he does too, and it takes her a moment to get past just the fact. Then her imagination is hauling into overdrive, imagining pale fingers wrapping around himself. She shivers, wanting those fingers on her.
It's impossible to talk about this and not have her thoughts flying around in her head.]
Sorry, I... That was pretty blunt, [she chuckles, readjusting against his body.] I'm glad, though. That we can talk about pretty much anything.
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He admits that he does too, and it takes her a moment to get past just the fact. Then her imagination is hauling into overdrive, imagining pale fingers wrapping around himself. She shivers, wanting those fingers on her.
It's impossible to talk about this and not have her thoughts flying around in her head.]
Sorry, I... That was pretty blunt, [she chuckles, readjusting against his body.] I'm glad, though. That we can talk about pretty much anything.