Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[Muttered.] You can't ever let me have the last word, huh? Ok, neither of us are unbiased about anything, but that still means I'm right. Hah! [But she's tired enough that the triumph is accompanied by a yawn, and her laugh is lazy-slow when he pokes his tongue back into his mouth. He rubs ass and thigh, and she wriggles closer, warm, and her thigh up high against his belly now. She makes a sound of sleepy pleasure at the petting, and she repeats it at how low and warm his voice sounds.] Nah. Tell me, yeah? [Her fingers have come to rest thoughtless on his chin, and slow they dip and fall to his chest, where she fidgets with a button absent, slipping and unslipping it from buttonhole with increasing lethargy.]