[ I want you. They know next to nothing about each other and it's enough to make her feel like this moment is everything, settling back into a smile. Her palm slides up the leg, slow and gentle, searching Lauralae's expressions for any hint of a change of heart. She joins it with a second one, lifting the skirt as they travel, thumbs touching the tip of each hip bone. Everything is gradual, exploring and giving space for pushback. She'll have to stop staring at some point, but— ]
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You're—really beautiful.