[ If there's something hidden behind their flirtation, a hint of something that goes beyond this one evening, it's not something Hellboy's going to stop and examine, though he won't ignore it either, just letting it exist in the way she leans into him when they kiss, the way his hand slides up her back like he can lose himself in this and not have to surface at all, as if not questioning it might mean it stays longer.
But she has to pull away eventually and he opens his eyes again to watch her settle herself in place, enjoying the sight of that damp patch up the front of her underwear. He shifts slightly under her touch, giving her room, lifting his right arm to settle it back along the back of the couch.
He raises his eyebrows a little at her dare. ] I know what I'd rather be paying attention to.
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But she has to pull away eventually and he opens his eyes again to watch her settle herself in place, enjoying the sight of that damp patch up the front of her underwear. He shifts slightly under her touch, giving her room, lifting his right arm to settle it back along the back of the couch.
He raises his eyebrows a little at her dare. ] I know what I'd rather be paying attention to.