[ she wonders if it would be too selfish for her to reach for him now, if it would just be her seeking the physical reminder of his presence for reasons that only have to do with making herself feel better. but that doesn't stop her from wanting it, and maybe even wanting it more when he groans deep like that, loud enough for her to feel the vibrations of it where she's leaned against his chest.
and it's even harder for her to pretend like she isn't willing to let herself get distracted when he nuzzles into her, a smile playing over the corners of her mouth. ]
Uh huh. Definitely shouldn't do that. Maybe you just gotta keep your hands to yourself. [ like she hasn't been the one primarily responsible for copping a feel while they're snuggled up on this very couch, or the one who leads his hands up under her top or shorts. ]
[ Even though the moment isn't the best one, Hellboy's willing to do anything if it keeps her smiling like that. And even though they've known each other for a year, that magnetism and need hasn't dimmed all that much; the way she presses herself against him still lights him up inside, especially when she's kissing him as well.
He grins against the curve of her neck, nudging his nose up underneath her ear. His left hand slides thoughtfully down her back. ]
Mmm. Maybe you just gotta stay out of my lap. [ Not that he'll stop her, or do anything about it once she's there. ] You're just too distracting, baby.
[ it's funny sometimes, how her need for him isn't always the same — sometimes it's so overwhelming she can barely contain it, leaving her desperate for even the slightest touch or kiss from him, and other times it comes on slowly, steadily, warmth building inside her at a gradual pace to where she's ultimately left in the same needy position. right here, she knows she's simmering, but the potential for her want to get heated up to overflowing is still there, especially when he nuzzles a sensitive spot on her neck that they're both well-aware of by now. ]
Well, I can't help the fact that your lap is perfectly Harley-sized. [ as if she's only doing the most logical thing by always planting herself there, butt perched in the cradle of his thick thighs, and it would make even less sense for her not to.
and she'll make sure to further emphasize her point by shifting her weight purposefully in his lap now, wriggling her hips as she peers down at him with a playful narrowing of her eyes. ] How's this for distracting?
[ He definitely doesn't mind this kind of distraction. There are things they need to talk about, he knows that, but he's starting to think that maybe sometimes talking about the hard stuff can happen without actually saying anything at all. The way she folds in against him tells him what he wants to hear, after all; that she feels safe with him, that she wants him to be closer. He doesn't know how better to express it back at her than by pulling her in even more, letting her know as much as he can how grateful he is that she's still there, after everything they've been through together.
And, after all, he's still (mostly) human; he can't help groaning a little at the way she rolls her hips against him, their bodies somehow always lined up perfectly despite the differences in their size. He grins and chuckles softly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ]
Yeah, that's pretty distracting. [ His right hand moves a bit, encouraging her to keep going. His smile turns thoughtful, maybe a little mischievous. ] You remember what we keep talking about? You sitting on me and not allowed to move? Maybe we should do that.
[ there's still the unspoken subject in the room, the fact that they haven't really tackled her greatest fear of all — which is what would happen if she were to wake up, roll over, and find no evidence of him having existed whatsoever, maybe nothing except for his clothes mixed in with hers in the closet or all the selfies she's snapped on her device to even prove that he was here and hers to begin with. but she doesn't have to talk to him about it when she can show him, let him haul her in almost as close as physically possible until she feels completely surrounded by his size, his weight, his everything.
but she's definitely not gonna just let the moment pass without teasing him, because that's not the kind of girl she is, tipping her hand into his gentle fingers with an easy smile, even if her eyes are still a little glassy. ]
You mean... that? Now? [ they have talked about it, sure, but usually once she's already worn herself out with a whole lot of moving beforehand, exhausted and collapsed either next to or on top of him. starting from a place of not being able to move at all is a different kink altogether, but she can't keep the rising excitement out of her expression as she leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose. ] Right here, or d'you wanna take it upstairs first?
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and it's even harder for her to pretend like she isn't willing to let herself get distracted when he nuzzles into her, a smile playing over the corners of her mouth. ]
Uh huh. Definitely shouldn't do that. Maybe you just gotta keep your hands to yourself. [ like she hasn't been the one primarily responsible for copping a feel while they're snuggled up on this very couch, or the one who leads his hands up under her top or shorts. ]
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He grins against the curve of her neck, nudging his nose up underneath her ear. His left hand slides thoughtfully down her back. ]
Mmm. Maybe you just gotta stay out of my lap. [ Not that he'll stop her, or do anything about it once she's there. ] You're just too distracting, baby.
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Well, I can't help the fact that your lap is perfectly Harley-sized. [ as if she's only doing the most logical thing by always planting herself there, butt perched in the cradle of his thick thighs, and it would make even less sense for her not to.
and she'll make sure to further emphasize her point by shifting her weight purposefully in his lap now, wriggling her hips as she peers down at him with a playful narrowing of her eyes. ] How's this for distracting?
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And, after all, he's still (mostly) human; he can't help groaning a little at the way she rolls her hips against him, their bodies somehow always lined up perfectly despite the differences in their size. He grins and chuckles softly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ]
Yeah, that's pretty distracting. [ His right hand moves a bit, encouraging her to keep going. His smile turns thoughtful, maybe a little mischievous. ] You remember what we keep talking about? You sitting on me and not allowed to move? Maybe we should do that.
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but she's definitely not gonna just let the moment pass without teasing him, because that's not the kind of girl she is, tipping her hand into his gentle fingers with an easy smile, even if her eyes are still a little glassy. ]
You mean... that? Now? [ they have talked about it, sure, but usually once she's already worn herself out with a whole lot of moving beforehand, exhausted and collapsed either next to or on top of him. starting from a place of not being able to move at all is a different kink altogether, but she can't keep the rising excitement out of her expression as she leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose. ] Right here, or d'you wanna take it upstairs first?