[She sort of giggles at his words, bringing a hand up to his neck so she can cradle the back of his head, her touch gentle and sweet, as he works a trail along her skin with his mouth.
When she speaks, it's dropped to a whisper.]
You do, huh? It wouldn't have anything to do with easier access, would it?
[Feeling a little bold, Max drags the hand she's holding up the back of her dress, and presses his palm to the bare skin at the back of her thighs, right beneath the curve of her ass.]
( even now, it's difficult to gauge what's talk and what isn't. clearly, max isn't about to put out within earshot of his friends. she's not that freaky.
but then she drags his hand up her thigh, and nathan feels himself melt against her. he's been wrong before. her skin is softer than he remembers, and he trails higher to feel her ass for himself. no one's going to come to look for them; they know better. leave it to nathan to arrive late to a party, show up long enough to have a drink, and then disappear again. the prescott special.
[Probably not sex. She's thinking that would probably take too long, and yeah, they're maybe a little too close to other people for that. Maybe. The idea is still kinda hot... But she does sort of have romantic notions of being alone with him in a nice bed the next time they go all the way, with enough time that they don't have to rush. And in enough light that she can easily see him and take everything in, commit it to memory.
She is hella turned on right now, though. The way he's toying with the edge of her panties has her breathing picking up, and she dances her fingers lightly along the curve of his ear, down the side of his neck.]
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When she speaks, it's dropped to a whisper.]
You do, huh? It wouldn't have anything to do with easier access, would it?
[Feeling a little bold, Max drags the hand she's holding up the back of her dress, and presses his palm to the bare skin at the back of her thighs, right beneath the curve of her ass.]
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( even now, it's difficult to gauge what's talk and what isn't. clearly, max isn't about to put out within earshot of his friends. she's not that freaky.
but then she drags his hand up her thigh, and nathan feels himself melt against her. he's been wrong before. her skin is softer than he remembers, and he trails higher to feel her ass for himself. no one's going to come to look for them; they know better. leave it to nathan to arrive late to a party, show up long enough to have a drink, and then disappear again. the prescott special.
he toys with the edge of her panties. )
We could do something...
( maybe not sex, but something close to it. )
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She is hella turned on right now, though. The way he's toying with the edge of her panties has her breathing picking up, and she dances her fingers lightly along the curve of his ear, down the side of his neck.]
We could... Do you have something in mind?