[This took a lot more forethought for her, to invent something he would like, to invent this day - the puzzle and the reward. For all that she's not altogether sure about sex, she knows he likes it, and she likes the intimacy involved, even if it's not authentic, even if she knows the barriers to it.
She turns all the way then, moves closer, kicking her skirt just a little bit away. She's pale all over, paler here in the light of the gardens, and she gets down so she's kneeling over him. At this angle, her breasts look heavier, and it's easy to see the flush on her face, the tinge of embarrassment, but she's still not touching, and one hand goes
right
down
between her own legs, but she keeps her eyes on him, her smile getting smug and satisfied with the way he's looking at her.
She stays a moment, hovering just over him, and almost presses a kiss to his mouth but no, it's just a breath of one, hot air.
She moves her hand back, and very lightly presses it against his wrist, the wetness of it smearing across his skin.]
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She turns all the way then, moves closer, kicking her skirt just a little bit away. She's pale all over, paler here in the light of the gardens, and she gets down so she's kneeling over him. At this angle, her breasts look heavier, and it's easy to see the flush on her face, the tinge of embarrassment, but she's still not touching, and one hand goes
right
down
between her own legs, but she keeps her eyes on him, her smile getting smug and satisfied with the way he's looking at her.
She stays a moment, hovering just over him, and almost presses a kiss to his mouth but no, it's just a breath of one, hot air.
She moves her hand back, and very lightly presses it against his wrist, the wetness of it smearing across his skin.]