[ m'not. there's an are too that she almost voices, but it doesn't work here, she's not actually about to argue with him, even in a playful way. she's not feeling the same urge to tease him that she might normally. it still makes her smile a little bit though, thinking about it.
instead she kisses him again, maybe still a teeny, tiny bit unsure, but not enough to stop her from pressing her lips to his. or from reaching to rest her hand on his chest, which is only because she wants to and not because she needs to brace herself a little bit while she leans over him. it's not, she's totally in control.
and maybe she's still caught on that "okay" because she's not just kissing him to kiss him - even when she's drunk she knows better than to head down this particular path - but she knows there's something on his mind, and if this is the reassurance he needs, well. she can provide that, sure. absolutely. enthusiastically, one might say, even if the way she's kissing him is sort of slow and syrupy. she's not rushing anything along.
well, she might be, it could be read that way, if the way her finger hooks into the collar of his shirt and curls into the fabric is something that anyone would want to read into. mostly she just doesn't want him to move, which of course doesn't make sense because he's under her, but still. stay. ]
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instead she kisses him again, maybe still a teeny, tiny bit unsure, but not enough to stop her from pressing her lips to his. or from reaching to rest her hand on his chest, which is only because she wants to and not because she needs to brace herself a little bit while she leans over him. it's not, she's totally in control.
and maybe she's still caught on that "okay" because she's not just kissing him to kiss him - even when she's drunk she knows better than to head down this particular path - but she knows there's something on his mind, and if this is the reassurance he needs, well. she can provide that, sure. absolutely. enthusiastically, one might say, even if the way she's kissing him is sort of slow and syrupy. she's not rushing anything along.
well, she might be, it could be read that way, if the way her finger hooks into the collar of his shirt and curls into the fabric is something that anyone would want to read into. mostly she just doesn't want him to move, which of course doesn't make sense because he's under her, but still. stay. ]