[for Tim]
It feels natural, so easy to just slide into the kiss, so easy to not think about Isabel or Penny or Tyra as he lets out a quiet sound into her mouth.
Shifting his weight again, he presses closer, legs spreading so that she rests between them, back to chest as his hand slides down and forward, goes where she's leading him. And, technically, they're still in public, the sun beating down on them. But, it's not like anyone can see them, not like they're anywhere close to the edge.
And, even they were, Tim's not sure he'd have it in him to stop now.
She doesn't want him to stop. Georgie wants this, turning so she's facing him, pressing into his hand. Pressing into him. The sound that escapes her is small and high, the sound a girl makes when she's excited but nervous as well. Just that edge of nerves a girl might have doing this sort of thing, her fingers trailing along the bottom of his shirt, pulling it away from his body. Hooking in his waistband for just a second before she pulls back, flushing. Tilting her head up toward him with her eyes wide, her hands trembling as they move over the muscles of his stomach.
"You have more on than I do," it comes out the same way as everything else, teasing but slightly nervous. "That's hardly fair."
Shifting his weight again, he presses closer, legs spreading so that she rests between them, back to chest as his hand slides down and forward, goes where she's leading him. And, technically, they're still in public, the sun beating down on them. But, it's not like anyone can see them, not like they're anywhere close to the edge.
And, even they were, Tim's not sure he'd have it in him to stop now.
She doesn't want him to stop. Georgie wants this, turning so she's facing him, pressing into his hand. Pressing into him. The sound that escapes her is small and high, the sound a girl makes when she's excited but nervous as well. Just that edge of nerves a girl might have doing this sort of thing, her fingers trailing along the bottom of his shirt, pulling it away from his body. Hooking in his waistband for just a second before she pulls back, flushing. Tilting her head up toward him with her eyes wide, her hands trembling as they move over the muscles of his stomach.
"You have more on than I do," it comes out the same way as everything else, teasing but slightly nervous. "That's hardly fair."