"'M sorry..." The hand at her face now threatens to cover her eyes. She sighs with a certain level of misery, only at her own actions mind you. Any sort of discouraged grumbling, however, is quickly thrown off by the hand that grazes over her core. Even through multiple layers of fabric, she feels it vividly. It's so much different than her own wandering hand.
She can't imagine how she'd gotten by for so long.
"You can - do more. I'll keep still, I promise."
She isn't sure if that's actually a promise she can keep, but... that's fine. They'll deal with it when it actually happens.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:39 am (UTC)She can't imagine how she'd gotten by for so long.
"You can - do more. I'll keep still, I promise."
She isn't sure if that's actually a promise she can keep, but... that's fine. They'll deal with it when it actually happens.