So you're sayin' I should — oh, that's just mean. [ she honestly won't care if he tests the strength of the stitching on these shorts by shoving his big hand underneath them, because the denim almost traps his touch against her regardless, keeps that warm cupping palm and exploring fingers from being able to drift around too much, and one stroke sends her curving back into him with a quiet sigh on her lips, dropping her hand down to rest on his forearm while he rubs between her thighs. ]

You know there's not even gonna be much of a plot. Barely anythin' for me — [ her breath hitches when his fingers brush over her clit, but she doesn't have it in her to be embarrassed about how wet she is already, how much more he's building her up just with this, turning to nudge her forehead against his jaw. ] — to recap.

[ but she's not being that loud, really, keeping her sounds to a minimum, soft little whimpers that emerge every now and then; the most obvious reaction is how her breath quickens, how her fingers clutch onto his arm a little harder. ]