"I don't really remember," she admits, because she'd been sort of drunk at the time. Really drunk at the time. Not that the rules really matter, she figures, if he wants to play, because she's pretty sure their only goal will be the removal of clothing and she figures the rest can just fall into place.
"Jesus Christ, it is so not fair that you have a cast on right now," she says, both her hands moving down his chest, over his stomach, both coming to a stop at the waist of his pants. She knows what she wants to do, what she's pretty sure they both want, but she just curls her fingers over the edge instead of undoing them, then pulls back to look at him. It's hard to breathe, she finds, and she has to wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, pulling it between her teeth afterward. She shifts on his lap and she bites down on her lip, because she's doing it on purpose and this isn't going to be able to end how she wants it to, so she just needs to stop. But she can't. "So not fair."
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"Jesus Christ, it is so not fair that you have a cast on right now," she says, both her hands moving down his chest, over his stomach, both coming to a stop at the waist of his pants. She knows what she wants to do, what she's pretty sure they both want, but she just curls her fingers over the edge instead of undoing them, then pulls back to look at him. It's hard to breathe, she finds, and she has to wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, pulling it between her teeth afterward. She shifts on his lap and she bites down on her lip, because she's doing it on purpose and this isn't going to be able to end how she wants it to, so she just needs to stop. But she can't. "So not fair."