[ she just wants to help; to help and be close and touch (she always wants to touch in one way or another now a days; this is just a different sort of touch). and this was one way to get that. his question is more weighted than hers, and cora stares him in the eye for a good long time before nodding.
belatedly, she realizes she's agreed, and is in this now, and doesn't think him far enough out of denial or whatever river he was swimming in to move it much past talk; to make an actual move. so she does.
the shirt she'd wanted laundered was still wet and dirty, and it's a relief to strip it off over her head with a perfunctional, business air about her movements. they're quick, a little nervous, and in a second her shirt is crumpled on the floor. beneath she's a thin, plain grey bra, and without the hem of the tee-shirt obscuring the view, he can see just how low on her hips her sweatpants ride. it's suddenly cold in the room, and she stands up straighter in response to the chill. ] It can go both ways, [ she announced boldly. the reality if what they're thinking of doing is setting in, and her pupils dilate in arousal, and her nipples threaten to perk through the material of her bra. excitement thrums in her veins, intensified in knowing it's not supposed to be there. ] It's supposed to.
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belatedly, she realizes she's agreed, and is in this now, and doesn't think him far enough out of denial or whatever river he was swimming in to move it much past talk; to make an actual move. so she does.
the shirt she'd wanted laundered was still wet and dirty, and it's a relief to strip it off over her head with a perfunctional, business air about her movements. they're quick, a little nervous, and in a second her shirt is crumpled on the floor. beneath she's a thin, plain grey bra, and without the hem of the tee-shirt obscuring the view, he can see just how low on her hips her sweatpants ride. it's suddenly cold in the room, and she stands up straighter in response to the chill. ] It can go both ways, [ she announced boldly. the reality if what they're thinking of doing is setting in, and her pupils dilate in arousal, and her nipples threaten to perk through the material of her bra. excitement thrums in her veins, intensified in knowing it's not supposed to be there. ] It's supposed to.