[ His leg slides upward between hers, and that's all it takes. Her body goes completely rigid against his, but not without a small, inadvertent jerk of her own thigh at the crux of his legs first. She draws a quick breath, completely involuntary.
As for herself, he'll see this: Pyra dipping her head, the hand that had been upon the mattress now at his hip as if to hold him (still? tight? that's debatable), and her shoulders rising and falling with another breath she doesn't need, slow and forcibly controlled. Suddenly, it's warm.
She swallows. ] Your bedroom... I tripped.
[ He should clean his room, she wants to chide.
But she feels she needs to focus on-- anything. Not beds. Not a bedroom. Not where his legs are or how she's straddling his thigh, not his movements, not his body beneath hers, not anything like that. ]
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As for herself, he'll see this: Pyra dipping her head, the hand that had been upon the mattress now at his hip as if to hold him (still? tight? that's debatable), and her shoulders rising and falling with another breath she doesn't need, slow and forcibly controlled. Suddenly, it's warm.
She swallows. ] Your bedroom... I tripped.
[ He should clean his room, she wants to chide.
But she feels she needs to focus on-- anything. Not beds. Not a bedroom. Not where his legs are or how she's straddling his thigh, not his movements, not his body beneath hers, not anything like that. ]