[that stare of his gets her to put her hands on her hips, halfway reprimanding him, and halfway showing off. a bit of sass is on the tip of her tongue, but he turns away, and--
oh. oh.
well, she was going to change out of the dress, but if he's using that tone, it's not like she's going to be in for much longer. her cheeks turn pink, but she just smiles, registering his second sentence much later than she should have. is she ready? not on her life.]
Give me a minute, okay? I need to grab something! [like a fan. a paper bag to hyperventilate into. a new pair of panties... or just a change of shoes. she has no idea where they're going, so flats it is. with a bit of a bounce, she runs up to him, grinning.] So where are we off to?
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oh. oh.
well, she was going to change out of the dress, but if he's using that tone, it's not like she's going to be in for much longer. her cheeks turn pink, but she just smiles, registering his second sentence much later than she should have. is she ready? not on her life.]
Give me a minute, okay? I need to grab something! [like a fan. a paper bag to hyperventilate into. a new pair of panties... or just a change of shoes. she has no idea where they're going, so flats it is. with a bit of a bounce, she runs up to him, grinning.] So where are we off to?