[ His fingers on her thigh coax a soft, strangled noise of her own out of her. They're going to have trouble finding the room for him to do much else unless they shift positions, and that's probably going to have to be soon because patience has never been Steph's strong suit. But for that particular tone in his voice, for his head against her shoulder and his whole body pressed against hers and having him pliant under her hands, she can wait a little longer.
She tightens her grip a little, slides her hand up a little higher and then back down, looses her grip and stretches out her fingers to explore a bit lower. Her lips curve into a smile against his shoulder. ]
You shave? [ It's soft and a little teasing, but it's not bad. Just a little unexpected. ]
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She tightens her grip a little, slides her hand up a little higher and then back down, looses her grip and stretches out her fingers to explore a bit lower. Her lips curve into a smile against his shoulder. ]
You shave? [ It's soft and a little teasing, but it's not bad. Just a little unexpected. ]