I meant just touch them, you don't have to - oh. [She shuts up, nevermind. She grows quiet instantly, the second her legs end up in his lap, because this time around she feels it, the pressure and the warmth, on both legs. It's like puzzles that finally have all their pieces together, fitting well.
It's like a well assembled engine, ready to purr under expert handling.
She honestly just expected his hand on her knee, like he'd done it weeks ago when she'd regretted not feeling it at all (when she ended up kissing him but she doesn't think about that because it's hard to figure it out now) but he goes beyond the line of duty and she grows quiet.
Unnaturally quiet and blushing, that's one for the ages.]
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It's like a well assembled engine, ready to purr under expert handling.
She honestly just expected his hand on her knee, like he'd done it weeks ago when she'd regretted not feeling it at all (when she ended up kissing him but she doesn't think about that because it's hard to figure it out now) but he goes beyond the line of duty and she grows quiet.
Unnaturally quiet and blushing, that's one for the ages.]