[ It's more than she anticipated making him aware of — but her first instinct is to blame the cocoa, whatever she's consumed where the effects are becoming more and more difficult to suppress the longer they move without her finding a means to sate them.
It means she's focusing more on clutching her hand into a fist and flexing her fingers back out again, trying to redirect sensation to a place other than the growing ache between her legs — and it also means that she's distracted, less focused on her surroundings than she should be. ]
Are we nearly there?
[ She doesn't hold back the spike of impatience from her voice, rising arousal adding to a sharper edge in her words before she can bite them back. ]
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It means she's focusing more on clutching her hand into a fist and flexing her fingers back out again, trying to redirect sensation to a place other than the growing ache between her legs — and it also means that she's distracted, less focused on her surroundings than she should be. ]
Are we nearly there?
[ She doesn't hold back the spike of impatience from her voice, rising arousal adding to a sharper edge in her words before she can bite them back. ]