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Dave Strider ([personal profile] shenunigans) wrote 2014-02-23 11:26 am (UTC)

He’s pretty damn relieved that she doesn’t seem to nitpick all of his rambling. If she did, she’d be like Rose or John and that’s the opposite of sexy. For the best, sexiest moments together, it’s really better to ignore him until he runs out of stupid, brainless things to say. They might be here a while.

He had been sitting up to protest, but now he’s not sure why he even was or what he was trying to accomplish, so he’ll just fold his arms over his chest awkwardly and watch her as discreetly as possible. She doesn’t look disappointed, that’s the most important thing. He doesn’t doubt she’d be super subtle and point out that he has a silly looking dick or something to that effect. As far as he’s concerned, she thinks it’s great and can’t wait to get on it. Yep. Solid thinking.

When she moves, he decides to shuck off his boxers like it ain’t no thing and discard them with the same casual nature. He’s already been a princess about everything so far, he doesn’t want her to think he isn’t eager and ready to go in some sense. He’s no ho, but he thinks he could spare her the cost of a cow just this once.

“Right.” He looks over to her, brows knitting together as she hooks her thumb like that. What is she doing? Is it weird to ask? He may never know for sure, so he just stares intently at her before scooting a little closer.

“You mean you can’t do this yourself? Talk about lazy.” And yet his hands are eagerly reaching for her panties so he can tug them down her thighs. He’s moving quicker this time, starting to make himself impatient from how much he’s drawn it out.

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