[ Claude's hand sliding up his thigh really doesn't make it any easier to get out anything coherent, but he manages it. Faint smirk lingering on his lips, his own hands shift, one sliding forward from his hips to rest against the outside of Claude's thigh, just below his hips. Where there just happens to be nothing between his palm and warm skin as he slides it up higher, under the blue fabric of the skirt.
It was only fair, after all, considering where Claude's hand was sliding. ]
You know that, huh? [ Amusement colors his voice as his thumb slides against warm skin he can't see, letting his hand slip back to playfully tug Claude a little closer. ] Not saying you're wrong, but since when did you pick up mindreading?
[ He's pictured a lot, Claude. Hazards of you having spent months being a terrible tease. Fortunately, he has a very vivid imagination. ]
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[ Claude's hand sliding up his thigh really doesn't make it any easier to get out anything coherent, but he manages it. Faint smirk lingering on his lips, his own hands shift, one sliding forward from his hips to rest against the outside of Claude's thigh, just below his hips. Where there just happens to be nothing between his palm and warm skin as he slides it up higher, under the blue fabric of the skirt.
It was only fair, after all, considering where Claude's hand was sliding. ]
You know that, huh? [ Amusement colors his voice as his thumb slides against warm skin he can't see, letting his hand slip back to playfully tug Claude a little closer. ] Not saying you're wrong, but since when did you pick up mindreading?
[ He's pictured a lot, Claude. Hazards of you having spent months being a terrible tease. Fortunately, he has a very vivid imagination. ]