Pretty sure they overlapped at least a little, because Jess Pava spent most of the time telling me how hot you were. [ He made it sound like a burden, but honestly, it had been pretty hot. Nothing like a quickie in a broom closest fantisizing about a mutual crush. ]
[ He can still feel the uncomfortable squeeze of her grip even after she releases it - his wrist aches faintly. She's always been stronger than him, which was at least fifty percent of the reason that he was already hard as a rock again. ]
I thought it was lemon drops?
[ If she was hoping for a real touch, she would be disappointed: he grazed his fingers over her skin with only enough pressure to be ticklish, hiking up the sweater a little further as he traced her ribs. ]
No - no wait your right, we changed it after I actually bought lemon drops and then it got too confusing.
Jess Pava never even saw me pissed off. You think she was missing out?
[ Her mockery is a little distracted this time — her attention diverted by his fingertips skimming up over her side, dragging up her borrowed sweater. She indulges the teasing for a good few seconds, letting his touch wander a moment before she's catching him by the arm again — and pulling this time, hard enough to drag him back down towards her before she swiftly spins him around, pinning that arm behind his back as she shoves him up against the counter.
Yeah. This bitch used to brawl way too much. No wand needed.
She presses up against his back, her tone a leisurely murmur: ]
Nobody gets me worked up like you do, Poe Dameron.
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[ He can still feel the uncomfortable squeeze of her grip even after she releases it - his wrist aches faintly. She's always been stronger than him, which was at least fifty percent of the reason that he was already hard as a rock again. ]
I thought it was lemon drops?
[ If she was hoping for a real touch, she would be disappointed: he grazed his fingers over her skin with only enough pressure to be ticklish, hiking up the sweater a little further as he traced her ribs. ]
No - no wait your right, we changed it after I actually bought lemon drops and then it got too confusing.
no subject
[ Her mockery is a little distracted this time — her attention diverted by his fingertips skimming up over her side, dragging up her borrowed sweater. She indulges the teasing for a good few seconds, letting his touch wander a moment before she's catching him by the arm again — and pulling this time, hard enough to drag him back down towards her before she swiftly spins him around, pinning that arm behind his back as she shoves him up against the counter.
Yeah. This bitch used to brawl way too much. No wand needed.
She presses up against his back, her tone a leisurely murmur: ]
Nobody gets me worked up like you do, Poe Dameron.