[Damn, she's beautiful. His voice comes out a little weaker than normal; he's distracted getting a good look at Rise in full Rise-mode. Perfect hair and makeup, cute clothes, perky energy. Not that she doesn't look good all the time—that's one of the principal truths of girls, he's always thought, that a girl who's attractive stays attractive no matter what she does. She could have bedhead and no makeup and be wearing sweats and she'd be friggin' adorable. Better yet, she could be wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else, that'd be nice—
He takes her hands and has a moment where he considers pulling on her instead to topple her onto the bed on top of him. Just for play. Nothing weird or serious. Maybe he'd tickle her sides a little to make her squirm and laugh, and she'd be soft and wiggly under him (hadn't she started out on top in this flight of fancy? eh, things change) and . . .
That's not the kind of thing he can think about too long and then be in public, so he cuts it off and gets to his feet instead, grinning up—and then down—at her.]
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[Damn, she's beautiful. His voice comes out a little weaker than normal; he's distracted getting a good look at Rise in full Rise-mode. Perfect hair and makeup, cute clothes, perky energy. Not that she doesn't look good all the time—that's one of the principal truths of girls, he's always thought, that a girl who's attractive stays attractive no matter what she does. She could have bedhead and no makeup and be wearing sweats and she'd be friggin' adorable. Better yet, she could be wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else, that'd be nice—
He takes her hands and has a moment where he considers pulling on her instead to topple her onto the bed on top of him. Just for play. Nothing weird or serious. Maybe he'd tickle her sides a little to make her squirm and laugh, and she'd be soft and wiggly under him (hadn't she started out on top in this flight of fancy? eh, things change) and . . .
That's not the kind of thing he can think about too long and then be in public, so he cuts it off and gets to his feet instead, grinning up—and then down—at her.]
I've been ready! You look good.