Mm, okay. Grace jots that reaction down to muse over later. Duly noted.

Without having to hold herself up, ease of being on her back and not thinking about how Daniel would tease her for being a complete pillow princess— actually scratch that, a huff of a laugh leaves her because she's absolutely thinking about Daniel dragging her for currently being a lazy ho. Still, her hands are free to roam and roam they do, tracing down his spine, tip tapping up his ribs, feeling the flex and stretch of muscles as he holds himself up over her. She thinks it might be to protect her pretty sunset, but that isn't currently on her agenda.

Her knee slides up his leg, sighing at the tickle of coarse hair before it smooths out as her knee rises up his thigh. She digs her heel into the back of his thigh, hoping to lay him out. Right on top of her.