[The words send a fresh pulse of heat through her, blooming exactly between her legs because dammit Lance, how dare you remind her of such things. She ends up squirming beneath him, the leg she had hooked around his seeming to tug him tighter against her and that hand in his hair fisting around the short locks.]
'Scuse you. I'm-- a very good liar. [That would've sounded a lot more sure and confident if her breath hadn't hitched in the middle. And if she weren't starting to sound needier by the second.]
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Date: 2020-01-19 10:30 pm (UTC)'Scuse you. I'm-- a very good liar. [That would've sounded a lot more sure and confident if her breath hadn't hitched in the middle. And if she weren't starting to sound needier by the second.]
You're-- distracting me.