( sara scoots a little to get more comfortable, lets herself relax against him, an arm draped lazily over his middle and her hand grazing idly, nice and slow, against the fabric of his shirt at his back.
in moments like these, she's softer than she'll ever let herself be seen elsewhere, something sara's not quite cognizant of. sure, her wit's nearly as sharp as the knife collection that's just waiting in her bedside table for her to use, but something about all this makes her feel a little silly, like she's that dumb girl chasing boys she shouldn't have back in high school.
the heel of her foot hooks against his ankle, tugs his leg towards hers so she can wrap her calves around him, all tangled and a little clingy. ) Am I sexy cuddling yet?
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( sara scoots a little to get more comfortable, lets herself relax against him, an arm draped lazily over his middle and her hand grazing idly, nice and slow, against the fabric of his shirt at his back.
in moments like these, she's softer than she'll ever let herself be seen elsewhere, something sara's not quite cognizant of. sure, her wit's nearly as sharp as the knife collection that's just waiting in her bedside table for her to use, but something about all this makes her feel a little silly, like she's that dumb girl chasing boys she shouldn't have back in high school.
the heel of her foot hooks against his ankle, tugs his leg towards hers so she can wrap her calves around him, all tangled and a little clingy. ) Am I sexy cuddling yet?