She sits up, wraps her arms around his shoulders, her hand splaying against his back while her lips are curved in a mischievous grin, and an almost feline curiosity sharpens their edge. It softens when she sees his eyes, pointed stubbornly up at the engine, and she hooks a thumb in the loop of his jeans, gives it a slight tug.
"If you don't want to go, we don't have to go," she points out with a tilt of her head. Her grin widens, unable to keep from poking just once. "I mean, if I want to hear you shout, I'd rather it be for other reasons."
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Date: 2012-01-10 04:13 am (UTC)She sits up, wraps her arms around his shoulders, her hand splaying against his back while her lips are curved in a mischievous grin, and an almost feline curiosity sharpens their edge. It softens when she sees his eyes, pointed stubbornly up at the engine, and she hooks a thumb in the loop of his jeans, gives it a slight tug.
"If you don't want to go, we don't have to go," she points out with a tilt of her head. Her grin widens, unable to keep from poking just once. "I mean, if I want to hear you shout, I'd rather it be for other reasons."