[it's likely! And there's always the bingo games, too.
She grins against his neck when he tugs on her shirt, and she finishes dropping kisses until she reaches the collar of his. There's mischief across their shared bond as she draws back - reluctantly, and that comes across too - before she raises an eyebrow, trying to keep an even expression]
Equal trade? I suppose for once, I can agree to that.
[and usually, she'd probably tease him about it, too - she's wearing the shirt to the summer uniform underneath this one, but -
She reaches down and pulls both off, without any shame whatsoever. No shame despite her not wearing anything underneath those shirts. Most of her scars he's seen, but standing out is a brand-like scar on her shoulder, and a puncture-like scar on the opposite shoulder, fresher than most of the others.
She drops them on the floor, then turns to raise both eyebrows as if to say, "It's your turn". And she is way too amused for her own good]
[So, uh, yeah, there's a pulse of arousal when the shirts come off and there's nothing underneath. He'd taken his hand away to let her remove them, but just for a moment, he reaches back out, stroking the fingers of one hand down her side. Just to feel skin, and because he can. (Aaand that action causes another pulse, along with a sense of affection and satisfaction.)
But, right, his turn. He's smiling at her as he lean back a little, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt so he can remove it. He doesn't hurry, or fumble, but he's not slow about it either.
And halfway through doing that, he starts multi-tasking by leaning forward and kissing her.]
[there is definitely a spark of arousal when he does that, and she almost - almost - grabs his hand to keep it there, but no he has to take his shirt off as well. Equal trade and all.
She meets him for the kiss eagerly, warmth and attraction drowning out any other emotions she may have been sharing. She has to stop herself from reaching down to help, as tempting as it, and instead reaches up to bury her hands in his hair again]
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[Day 147, noon: nsfw and all]
[it's likely! And there's always the bingo games, too.
She grins against his neck when he tugs on her shirt, and she finishes dropping kisses until she reaches the collar of his. There's mischief across their shared bond as she draws back - reluctantly, and that comes across too - before she raises an eyebrow, trying to keep an even expression]
Equal trade? I suppose for once, I can agree to that.
[and usually, she'd probably tease him about it, too - she's wearing the shirt to the summer uniform underneath this one, but -
She reaches down and pulls both off, without any shame whatsoever. No shame despite her not wearing anything underneath those shirts. Most of her scars he's seen, but standing out is a brand-like scar on her shoulder, and a puncture-like scar on the opposite shoulder, fresher than most of the others.
She drops them on the floor, then turns to raise both eyebrows as if to say, "It's your turn". And she is way too amused for her own good]
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But, right, his turn. He's smiling at her as he lean back a little, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt so he can remove it. He doesn't hurry, or fumble, but he's not slow about it either.
And halfway through doing that, he starts multi-tasking by leaning forward and kissing her.]
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She meets him for the kiss eagerly, warmth and attraction drowning out any other emotions she may have been sharing. She has to stop herself from reaching down to help, as tempting as it, and instead reaches up to bury her hands in his hair again]