[Mischief briefly crosses her face at his short giggle. She isn't going to take advantage of his ticklish nature just now, but it sure is committed to memory for another time.
Right now...she's fascinated by the thrumming under her hand, a light dusting of pink rising to her own cheeks when he says it's racing because of her. It's because of them. She swallows.]
Do you... [And now that blush deepens, but she boldly presses ahead.] Do you want to feel mine?
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Right now...she's fascinated by the thrumming under her hand, a light dusting of pink rising to her own cheeks when he says it's racing because of her. It's because of them. She swallows.]
Do you... [And now that blush deepens, but she boldly presses ahead.] Do you want to feel mine?