[ She humms gently in approval, head tilting all the way forward to hide her face in her knees.
His comment brings her back--somewhat--and she makes a slow, bleary noise before lifting her head to glance at him. A corner of her mouth tugs up in a smile, and she leans back against his hands, against him.
Her fingers take hold of his hands on her shoulders, and she brings them forward until his palms are on her knees. If she turns her head, her nose brushes against his jaw, at this angle. ]
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His comment brings her back--somewhat--and she makes a slow, bleary noise before lifting her head to glance at him. A corner of her mouth tugs up in a smile, and she leans back against his hands, against him.
Her fingers take hold of his hands on her shoulders, and she brings them forward until his palms are on her knees. If she turns her head, her nose brushes against his jaw, at this angle. ]
You could do my legs, if you want.