He's worth the effort. Sure, there are easier ways to do this. But is it as much fun? This way, they get to enjoy every nuance of each other's expressions. He may be trying to be stoic in the face of temptation, but she's awful tempting. Some people might find her confused face endearing. Others might prefer to savor watching her lower lip disappear between her teeth when she's concentrating, only to see it reappear when she has her little victory, swollen and dark from the blood suddenly rushing back into place. Or maybe it's the way her eyebrow arches when she knows, knows, he's on the verge of losing control.
There are several prime groping opportunities she can foresee. Or would, if she were looking. His obvious pleasure convinces her to linger for a moment before getting back to work. She's looking pleased as punch while she makes sure the thigh straps are all undone. Of course, to get to his belt buckle... She cups her hand over him and gives the gentlest of squeezes, just enough pressure to be felt. "I think you're right. Looks like you're warming up already."
The big buckle is next, and then she presses up against him under the guise of needing to wrap her arms around him to remove the holster. It's so very delicate. Can't let it touch the floor. Once it's all in one hand she swings it experimentally to test how far between it and a bunk. She's not looking away. Not now. By the sound of things, it lands well enough, and nobody's been shot. Time to reward him for his patience with a kiss, which she stretches up on her tip-toes to give him.
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Date: 2016-08-04 03:23 am (UTC)There are several prime groping opportunities she can foresee. Or would, if she were looking. His obvious pleasure convinces her to linger for a moment before getting back to work. She's looking pleased as punch while she makes sure the thigh straps are all undone. Of course, to get to his belt buckle... She cups her hand over him and gives the gentlest of squeezes, just enough pressure to be felt. "I think you're right. Looks like you're warming up already."
The big buckle is next, and then she presses up against him under the guise of needing to wrap her arms around him to remove the holster. It's so very delicate. Can't let it touch the floor. Once it's all in one hand she swings it experimentally to test how far between it and a bunk. She's not looking away. Not now. By the sound of things, it lands well enough, and nobody's been shot. Time to reward him for his patience with a kiss, which she stretches up on her tip-toes to give him.