[ Proving Otto is exactly as stupid as he is smart, he was already taking a breath to say something when Bryce shuts that shit down with a kiss that is just as good as hearing his own voice.
In his Otto fashion, he can Ode to Joy in his mind. He had fuzzy formations of it from that sweet kiss that sadly ended, but the music is clear as if there's an orchestra of history's greatest musicians when she delivers a second.
She likes him! She really likes him!
He gets into the mood straight away, his hand no longer shy. Getting a full and firm grip of her ass, whilst the other loops at her shoulder. He tries to turn the experience into one of those sweeping, swooning affairs- but leans back rather than into her, still taking most of his weight on his tip-toes. Surrendering control to Bryce, showing the trust she'll hold him. She's already made it quite clear she's more comfortable calling the shots.
...And maybe this way it's more ingrained that it's her choice to be with 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!
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In his Otto fashion, he can Ode to Joy in his mind. He had fuzzy formations of it from that sweet kiss that sadly ended, but the music is clear as if there's an orchestra of history's greatest musicians when she delivers a second.
She likes him! She really likes him!
He gets into the mood straight away, his hand no longer shy. Getting a full and firm grip of her ass, whilst the other loops at her shoulder. He tries to turn the experience into one of those sweeping, swooning affairs- but leans back rather than into her, still taking most of his weight on his tip-toes. Surrendering control to Bryce, showing the trust she'll hold him. She's already made it quite clear she's more comfortable calling the shots.
...And maybe this way it's more ingrained that it's her choice to be with him. ]
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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.) ]