It's a little frustrating, maddening really, and she keeps trying to think herself out of it. But then she spends longer and longer moments with him and he gets under his skin like a plague and frustration overtakes her. It's getting more frustrating by the minute and the more time she fights it, the more intense the feelings return.
It makes situations like this, where he's being absolutely ridiculous, letting her dip him into the kiss catch her off guard. She ends up letting out a huff of laughter against his lips, not even that angry about the groping. She ends up breaking the kiss, holding him in the stupid dipping position for a moment with a hand in the middle of his back and the other curled against his neck.
Murmured against his mouth is a -- ]
You're ridiculous.
[ But it's fond, which is the worst part. She's going to move her hand then, curling it around his lapel and getting a good hold on it before she moves the other one, until she's tugging him back up by the front of his lab coat and leaning forward to press their fronts together as she keeps against his mouth. ]
And you're touching my butt.
[ Not a reprimand but kind of wry, like it's expected in an exasperated kind of way. She's not sure where she's leading from here, if she's going to keep kissing him like this or... what. She's not sure! She actually reached the end of her plan here!
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She really likes him.
It's a little frustrating, maddening really, and she keeps trying to think herself out of it. But then she spends longer and longer moments with him and he gets under his skin like a plague and frustration overtakes her. It's getting more frustrating by the minute and the more time she fights it, the more intense the feelings return.
It makes situations like this, where he's being absolutely ridiculous, letting her dip him into the kiss catch her off guard. She ends up letting out a huff of laughter against his lips, not even that angry about the groping. She ends up breaking the kiss, holding him in the stupid dipping position for a moment with a hand in the middle of his back and the other curled against his neck.
Murmured against his mouth is a -- ]
You're ridiculous.
[ But it's fond, which is the worst part. She's going to move her hand then, curling it around his lapel and getting a good hold on it before she moves the other one, until she's tugging him back up by the front of his lab coat and leaning forward to press their fronts together as she keeps against his mouth. ]
And you're touching my butt.
[ Not a reprimand but kind of wry, like it's expected in an exasperated kind of way. She's not sure where she's leading from here, if she's going to keep kissing him like this or... what. She's not sure! She actually reached the end of her plan here!
Oh god, what if they have sex again?
(Not an entirely unappealing outcome now.) ]