[cookie] Pen Bryton
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kittydesade"You're on my lap."
"I kind of figured that out."
He smiled a little, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with this. I wasn't comfortable with him being uncomfortable, so I got up. Actually I rose up from his lap and walked my way back until I'd cleared his knees. He looked up at me and laughed.
"You didn't have to get up."
"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "You didn't look like you were having quite as good a time as I was." Complete with smirking and waggling my eyebrows. Now that I was off of him I could make those kinds of jokes.
"Oh, well, maybe I was."
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"I kind of figured that out."
He smiled a little, but he wasn't entirely comfortable with this. I wasn't comfortable with him being uncomfortable, so I got up. Actually I rose up from his lap and walked my way back until I'd cleared his knees. He looked up at me and laughed.
"You didn't have to get up."
"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "You didn't look like you were having quite as good a time as I was." Complete with smirking and waggling my eyebrows. Now that I was off of him I could make those kinds of jokes.
"Oh, well, maybe I was."
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