Greta has to bite back a laugh as he rolls her onto her back -- the walls are thick enough, but she doesn't want to tempt fate. Instead, she grins up at him, her arms twining around his neck.
"That's true," she says, trying (and mostly failing) to school her expression into one of solemn agreement. Thomas is many things; reckless isn't one of them. His proposal might be the boldest move he's made in their relationship, and he doubtless planned it for months. "I'll have to rephrase the apologies I'm always doling out on your behalf. 'I'm so sorry about my husband; he gets like this, sometimes.'"
Warmth pools in her belly as his hand slides up her thigh, and she wriggles a little, making it easier to push her skirts out from under her. "'You'll have to forgive my impulsive husband, Thomas,'" she gamely continues, her hands drifting down his back to trace along the waistband of his trousers. If he really wants to shut her up, she reasons, he has several options at his disposal. "'He does whatever he likes; there's no reasoning with him...'"
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Date: 2019-01-17 02:39 pm (UTC)"That's true," she says, trying (and mostly failing) to school her expression into one of solemn agreement. Thomas is many things; reckless isn't one of them. His proposal might be the boldest move he's made in their relationship, and he doubtless planned it for months. "I'll have to rephrase the apologies I'm always doling out on your behalf. 'I'm so sorry about my husband; he gets like this, sometimes.'"
Warmth pools in her belly as his hand slides up her thigh, and she wriggles a little, making it easier to push her skirts out from under her. "'You'll have to forgive my impulsive husband, Thomas,'" she gamely continues, her hands drifting down his back to trace along the waistband of his trousers. If he really wants to shut her up, she reasons, he has several options at his disposal. "'He does whatever he likes; there's no reasoning with him...'"