[ It's so weird. The air feels tense, like that moment before she lets the arrow fly from her fingers.
The imagery makes her relax a little and she lets herself slide her palms up Tommy's bare chest. One stops right over his heart where her fingers feel the faint pulse beneath the skin; the other continues up, past the side of his neck until her fingers thread at the strands of hair at his nape. ]
Have to...? [ She's not dumb. She knows what Tommy's probably getting at.
But... she is nervous. Skittish.
She leans in and brushes her lips over his. ] I'm a big girl, Tommy.
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The imagery makes her relax a little and she lets herself slide her palms up Tommy's bare chest. One stops right over his heart where her fingers feel the faint pulse beneath the skin; the other continues up, past the side of his neck until her fingers thread at the strands of hair at his nape. ]
Have to...? [ She's not dumb. She knows what Tommy's probably getting at.
But... she is nervous. Skittish.
She leans in and brushes her lips over his. ] I'm a big girl, Tommy.