[There's a sharp inhale the moment Lance's fingers start to glide over bare skin and her body arches involuntarily into the touch. She must be extra needy today, desperate for that affection, sensitive to the warmth of Lance's hands. It's weird but she likes it, and her brain must have short-circuited for a second because she honestly can't understand why Lance thinks he's distracting her.]
From.. uh...
[It takes several seconds for the thought to come back to her - she's too busy enjoying the press of his hands on her chest and lips brushing her shoulder and the growing bulge between her legs - but when it does she lets out a frustrated curse. He's distracting her from her lies. That's not an answer that's going to fly.]
no subject
From.. uh...
[It takes several seconds for the thought to come back to her - she's too busy enjoying the press of his hands on her chest and lips brushing her shoulder and the growing bulge between her legs - but when it does she lets out a frustrated curse. He's distracting her from her lies. That's not an answer that's going to fly.]
From thinking clearly.