( there's an incredibly self-satisfied smirk at that, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder as her hips roll slowly against his lap just once, just as lazily, an encouraging response to the way he gropes her. a sweet, innocent flower she may not be, but the other part? he might just be right. )
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( there's an incredibly self-satisfied smirk at that, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder as her hips roll slowly against his lap just once, just as lazily, an encouraging response to the way he gropes her. a sweet, innocent flower she may not be, but the other part? he might just be right. )