[Skip doesn't bother to hide the laugh that leaves her. Sure, some guys buckle at the slightest hint of amusement. But those are the ones she doesn't want anyway. If he can't tell when he's being ridiculous or can't handle the fact that she can laugh at him and still want him, then she doesn't care enough.
But he handled her pretty well the first time, so she isn't worried.
Part of her wants to put her hand right back against his neck. She could keep repeating that gesture until he was far enough gone that he wouldn't stop to think about it. At the same time, though, there was an appeal to not giving him that easy out.
Her hands move. They go against his, though, still on either of her legs. His grip's slackened, though, from where he held her to kiss her. So, she puts her hands over his, the tips of her fingers down near his wrists, and she gingerly pulls, guiding them along her thighs and just under the bottom of the skirt.]
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But he handled her pretty well the first time, so she isn't worried.
Part of her wants to put her hand right back against his neck. She could keep repeating that gesture until he was far enough gone that he wouldn't stop to think about it. At the same time, though, there was an appeal to not giving him that easy out.
Her hands move. They go against his, though, still on either of her legs. His grip's slackened, though, from where he held her to kiss her. So, she puts her hands over his, the tips of her fingers down near his wrists, and she gingerly pulls, guiding them along her thighs and just under the bottom of the skirt.]