[She thinks she's been very obedient to what she was told... But she'll always push, wondering just where he draws the line for 'hassling.' She's not built for contentment, there's always the urge to take more. Tactile as she is, it will frequently come in her hands: tracing out the layering of muscle, the cut of bones. She'd have put her mouth on half of him by now too if she hadn't been distracted from it. It can't be helped.
And in her defense, the button of his stupid jeans is digging in to her stomach.]
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And in her defense, the button of his stupid jeans is digging in to her stomach.]