[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
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[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
Touch me.