[Whatever he'd been about to say--something like the laughter calls that into question, for starters, and then go from there--is entirely interrupted. Blinded by his sweater, distracted by his imprisonment, he can't dodge her (as if he would, really). The press of her lips on his bare skin makes him inhale, sharp and surprised--and laugh, even as his back arches a little--]
This cheating-- [He has to keep struggling with the sweater, he's so close to freedom, and now it's a race--] This cheating, I like.
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Date: 2021-04-21 02:51 am (UTC)This cheating-- [He has to keep struggling with the sweater, he's so close to freedom, and now it's a race--] This cheating, I like.