Her breath hitches as he makes his way to her throat again, tilting her head back and shuddering as his fingers touched and teased. They hadn't gone this far before, but this time, Chinatsu felt they actually could. At least, until Trunks suddenly stops.
Did something happen? Was it something she did. She pulls back to check with him, catching sight of how red he was, and realizing what was probably going through his head.
"...I'd prefer you take it off normally, rather than rip it," she tries to say jokingly, hopefully enough to make it less awkward. But that was as much permission as he was going to get. Chinatsu wasn't about to admit to wanting him to get her clothes off.
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Date: 2018-06-13 05:01 am (UTC)Did something happen? Was it something she did. She pulls back to check with him, catching sight of how red he was, and realizing what was probably going through his head.
"...I'd prefer you take it off normally, rather than rip it," she tries to say jokingly, hopefully enough to make it less awkward. But that was as much permission as he was going to get. Chinatsu wasn't about to admit to wanting him to get her clothes off.