Send in ☼ for my muse’s reaction to yours sliding their hand up mine’s thigh
She really did have some reputable baking skills, and happened to be a well-versed conversationalist too it would seem! Evident given that the two were now seated very close together in rapt conversation, the cavalry, and two others their company for the night.
What their companions could not see however, were the very minor movements the stunning Detective was making towards William. There had been the occasional flirt here and there, and he'd met her curiously with his own, fully expecting them to be meant in jest; the hand slowly creeping its way onto his knee dispelled all of that.
They were with their friends! What if they saw!? He had to play this off as calmly as he could, though he still froze mid-sentence as her hand slowly wound her way up his thigh; why? why now!? He'd be perfectly content with continuing this in a private setting, but public? No, no, NO! He wasn't an easily embarrassed man, but this was far too much, and there wasn't a thing he could do. She had him right where she wanted him.
Dear Frog, this Jane girl was certainly crafty, and he wasn't entirely sure if that added to the sensation of took away as she came all the more closer to what he assumed was her prize, holy Frog, he hoped not; why did she have to be so Frog-damn good!