( He's turned on. She can feel it. It would be impossible not to feel it. It doesn't help that she's lost in the feeling too, that she feels too hot, skin too tight. If this were any other time she'd waste none of it in divesting him of his clothes, of seducing him.
This is far, far more important to her than that though, and so she keeps chasing sweet kisses, lazily stroking his back and trying not to cause too much friction between their hips even if she's desperate for it. When she has to breathe, she pauses, presses her forehead against his, laughs weakly. )
[ Breathing out loudly in the quiet of the room, John licks his lips, tasting Clarice on them. There's a slow burn in the pit of his stomach, licking up his ribs all the way to that space around his heart. He nods. ]
Yeah.
[ Because it is. He wants to rip that suit off of her, make love to her for hours on her, right now. But the sisters are a room over, Marcos and Lorna across the hall, and it's just - it's just not the right time. ]
( She's growing as a person, really she is. Because it takes a great deal of will to unwind her legs from around his. Clarice doesn't move away though, not really. Instead she settles against the pillows, her hair spilling between them, a hand under her cheek. )
I'm going to close my eyes and think really unsexy things, okay? Like, super gross ones. And I'm going to keep my hands to myself. Because I'm a good person.
( She's smiling even as she closes her eyes, but her free hand does rest between them. She's there if he needs her during the night. ) Good person, John.
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This is far, far more important to her than that though, and so she keeps chasing sweet kisses, lazily stroking his back and trying not to cause too much friction between their hips even if she's desperate for it. When she has to breathe, she pauses, presses her forehead against his, laughs weakly. )
God.
( Biting her lip. )
This is really, really hard.
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Yeah.
[ Because it is. He wants to rip that suit off of her, make love to her for hours on her, right now. But the sisters are a room over, Marcos and Lorna across the hall, and it's just - it's just not the right time. ]
We should sleep.
[ Or at the very least attempt to. ]
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( She's growing as a person, really she is. Because it takes a great deal of will to unwind her legs from around his. Clarice doesn't move away though, not really. Instead she settles against the pillows, her hair spilling between them, a hand under her cheek. )
I'm going to close my eyes and think really unsexy things, okay? Like, super gross ones. And I'm going to keep my hands to myself. Because I'm a good person.
( She's smiling even as she closes her eyes, but her free hand does rest between them. She's there if he needs her during the night. ) Good person, John.