Blue looks down, grinning. "You know exactly like what. All bashful and
Bambi eyes and that smile." She grins and flutters her lashes at him in
demonstration. "If you tried, you wouldn't have to make wishes too often."
She can feel her face flush, but it's funny, mostly because it's true.
He looks good, stretched out, all lean muscle and bright smile below her,
and she shifts to lie on her side closer, elbow bent to prop her chin on
one hand. The slip part of her dress is pushed up a little and she's very
aware of there only being some uneven swathes of crochet between her skin
and his body, the warmth of him next to her. Blue reaches to trace the
lines of his tattoo, concentrating on that instead, and looks over at him.
"You make good plans."
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Date: 2016-04-20 01:13 pm (UTC)Blue looks down, grinning. "You know exactly like what. All bashful and Bambi eyes and that smile." She grins and flutters her lashes at him in demonstration. "If you tried, you wouldn't have to make wishes too often." She can feel her face flush, but it's funny, mostly because it's true.
He looks good, stretched out, all lean muscle and bright smile below her, and she shifts to lie on her side closer, elbow bent to prop her chin on one hand. The slip part of her dress is pushed up a little and she's very aware of there only being some uneven swathes of crochet between her skin and his body, the warmth of him next to her. Blue reaches to trace the lines of his tattoo, concentrating on that instead, and looks over at him. "You make good plans."