I don't know — maybe a little crying wouldn't be so bad.

[ Is she allowed to say that this early on? Plausible deniability is key when it's someone whose opinion she cares about, so it's painted over the tone of her voice and smirk, palms sliding up Theo's chest until her body is pressed down, legs spread and hips rolling forward for contact, for heat. The noise she makes is soft and telling, the first drop of fluid in her underwear so quick it ought to be embarrassing. She's not supposed to be the flustered one — focus, Cellar.

A finger taps the corner of his eye. Lids low, smile affectionate and devious, ]

But then I'd have to clean those tears up for you.

[ After a moment, lips touch the same spot on his cheekbone. There's no eye contact when she licks a small, gentle dot with the tip of her tongue, then traces a path to his ear with kisses, one at a time, for her teeth to find and brush the shell. Hips lifted, left hand on the mattress, the right one moves down until it's low between their bodies. She starts to stroke his dick, slowly, patiently. The whisper is right next to him. ]

You're already hard, Teddie. Is that all it takes?

[ Like she can talk. ]