[Everything about this screams awkward. Or rather, that it should be awkward. But it doesn't feel that way, though the air grows thick with tension. Chrissy appreciates that he's being a gentleman. That, and he's being really efficient. They don't have long here. But she wants him to look at her. She wants to see the look on his face when he sees her body.
And she wants to feel his hands and mouth all over her body. Not to mention —
Oh my god, she's going to hell.
She's injured enough that he's having to help her step into boxers as she leans up against him for support, and he's helping her get off her hospital gown, and all she can do is blast horny thoughts at him. The fact they manage to get his shirt on her at all without her leaning in to kiss him is a miracle.
Her heart is hammering in her chest, entire body flushed. The shirt is definitely huge on her, but it fits like a dress. There's a moment where she gives a little spin to show off the look to him, but it feels like it has to be cut short so he can finish packing. There's still the matter of shoes to tend to, but that can come later. What matters is she's covered.]
Wherever we end up going, you'll have to play some of their songs for me.
[She'll adore Iron Maiden if it gets him closer to her. She'll listen to metal all day, learn all the lyrics, whatever it takes to impress him. The idea of that makes her tremble a little, and Chrissy moves into motion to try and finish getting ready while he packs what he needs to.
Finding an extra belt on his floor, she picks it up and shoves it in the duffel. That can help with the fit of her dress later. While he's focused on other things, she grabs a few of his scattered magazines, tucking them safely inside for reading later. And on second thought, she grabs the pack of condoms and puts them in too. It's not like they'll definitely be using them, but maybe at some point!
She hopes.
Blushing all over again with that thought, she decides to just sit and linger on the edge of his bed. When he eventually finishes up and comes over to zip up the bag, she reaches over to curl her fingers around his wrist.]
I know you've already said it's not my fault. But I'm sorry you have to do this because of me.
[She pauses, licking at her lips.]
I'm not sorry that we get to figure this out together, though. I really think it'll be okay in the end, Eddie. Just wait and see.
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And she wants to feel his hands and mouth all over her body. Not to mention —
Oh my god, she's going to hell.
She's injured enough that he's having to help her step into boxers as she leans up against him for support, and he's helping her get off her hospital gown, and all she can do is blast horny thoughts at him. The fact they manage to get his shirt on her at all without her leaning in to kiss him is a miracle.
Her heart is hammering in her chest, entire body flushed. The shirt is definitely huge on her, but it fits like a dress. There's a moment where she gives a little spin to show off the look to him, but it feels like it has to be cut short so he can finish packing. There's still the matter of shoes to tend to, but that can come later. What matters is she's covered.]
Wherever we end up going, you'll have to play some of their songs for me.
[She'll adore Iron Maiden if it gets him closer to her. She'll listen to metal all day, learn all the lyrics, whatever it takes to impress him. The idea of that makes her tremble a little, and Chrissy moves into motion to try and finish getting ready while he packs what he needs to.
Finding an extra belt on his floor, she picks it up and shoves it in the duffel. That can help with the fit of her dress later. While he's focused on other things, she grabs a few of his scattered magazines, tucking them safely inside for reading later. And on second thought, she grabs the pack of condoms and puts them in too. It's not like they'll definitely be using them, but maybe at some point!
She hopes.
Blushing all over again with that thought, she decides to just sit and linger on the edge of his bed. When he eventually finishes up and comes over to zip up the bag, she reaches over to curl her fingers around his wrist.]
I know you've already said it's not my fault. But I'm sorry you have to do this because of me.
[She pauses, licking at her lips.]
I'm not sorry that we get to figure this out together, though. I really think it'll be okay in the end, Eddie. Just wait and see.