[of course, Harley's disrobing has something of a distracting effect. It's amazing how little some spilled wine can matter when a man's faced with a sight like that. Rincewind swallows, aware that he's staring and equally aware that he's not going to be able to stop.]
If... you have to. [he finally says, not moving. There's a bit of fumbling at his shirt, like he's picking off invisible lint. Playing near the buttons. Suggesting that he may well be perfectly willing to unfasten and unzip and join her in what appears to be a somewhat chilly state. Could be less chilly if they're both doing it. Together.
Which you don't, really. On my account, I mean. [he crosses a little closer, awkward but willing, his heart banging out a discordant rock ballad against his ribs.] We could, um. Just forget about it. Go back to kissing.
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Date: 2017-02-03 03:26 am (UTC)If... you have to. [he finally says, not moving. There's a bit of fumbling at his shirt, like he's picking off invisible lint. Playing near the buttons. Suggesting that he may well be perfectly willing to unfasten and unzip and join her in what appears to be a somewhat chilly state. Could be less chilly if they're both doing it. Together.
Which you don't, really. On my account, I mean. [he crosses a little closer, awkward but willing, his heart banging out a discordant rock ballad against his ribs.] We could, um. Just forget about it. Go back to kissing.
[he quite liked that part.]