Rae laughed a little bit, in spite of the situation. “I can almost guarantee that it’d have been worse if we were at my place, though,” she mused. “For one, I wouldn’t be wearing the coat. And for two, we wouldn’t have the worry of someone seeing us holding us back.” Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have seen it as a problem, but she was definitely more... bothered... than she expected to be.
“Mine either.” The fact that they’d probably come as close as they could to letting want take over without actually doing so... didn’t help matters. But that wasn’t the point. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t okay with it, though.” Rae’s own dreams were a little more PG rated than Topher’s were, though sometimes her conscience got the best of her while she slept and she dreamed of Elliot fighting with Topher... a dream she wasn’t fond of in the slightest. When they were kind, though... they were definitely kind. “And if it does wander? Don’t be afraid to tell me where it wanders. Sharing is caring, after all, right?” she joked. “Give mine new places to wander, and all that...”
The dependency that she had on him was alarming, and that, she suspected, was a lot of what those dreams were about. She cared about him a lot more than she expected to, and she was still waiting for him to be taken away from her somehow, too. A less selfish person would probably have put distance between them for his sake, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
She pulled in a slow, not-that-steadying breath when he inched his hand a little higher under her shirt. Yeah, cold was very much a non-issue at this point. She tried to smirk, but it came out as more of an awkward caught-off-guard smile, but she couldn’t stop herself from reciprocating the action on him. She slid her hand beneath his shirt once more, her own grin steadying now as she looked up at him. “All alone,” she repeated, her voice a low growl as she looked at him slightly predatorily. “Not alone enough,” she finally said, though she made absolutely no movement to derail the train they were on. Once they broke their kiss, she breathed slowly, trying to use the cool of the air to calm herself down. “Never thought I’d be happy for the cold,” she murmured, chuckling softly and looking up at him. “Definitely think we’re pretty close to melting the ice right now.”
His near-miss made her laugh, and she shrugged. “I blame the cast,” she nodded at his arm. “That and the fact that you’re just a teensy bit frazzled,” she paused, “which leaves just about zero hope for me, doesn’t it? Because I’m kinda frazzled myself.” She snagged the stick and glanced over at the goal, trying to aim her own shot, which just narrowly missed the net on the left side. “Oops,” she chuckled.
“Help me improve my technique?” she asked, though as soon as she said it, the image of so many teen romance dramas where the man holds the woman from behind while he tries to teach her to play whatever sport entered her mind... and she realized it might not have been the wisest thing to say. That wasn’t enough to stop her, though. Apparently, logic was thrown into the wind today. “What am I doing wrong, Coach Topher?” she asked him.