[sloppy. that's...how does Iris put it? a yikes. her face reddens anew with fresh embarrassment, about to withdraw before Guzma's moved to secure his hold, his breath back against her neck.
he's very warm... and being held so certainly feels really nice. safe, almost, even if it may not be wholly true. she exhales and wraps an arm around his shoulders, daring to draw her fingers up to his hair.
she hates to have to keep fidgeting, but she does try to tuck herself in a way that she can keep close while also letting him settle in a way that suits him, hesitating only a moment in reacknowledging that-- uh. his hand...is up her shirt? gods. that's a little...
well... it's not bad, so...]
A...a little while, then. I don't have to get to work for a bit, so...
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[sloppy. that's...how does Iris put it? a yikes. her face reddens anew with fresh embarrassment, about to withdraw before Guzma's moved to secure his hold, his breath back against her neck.
he's very warm... and being held so certainly feels really nice. safe, almost, even if it may not be wholly true. she exhales and wraps an arm around his shoulders, daring to draw her fingers up to his hair.
she hates to have to keep fidgeting, but she does try to tuck herself in a way that she can keep close while also letting him settle in a way that suits him, hesitating only a moment in reacknowledging that-- uh. his hand...is up her shirt? gods. that's a little...
well... it's not bad, so...]
A...a little while, then. I don't have to get to work for a bit, so...