[ he lets out a small chuckle that's perhaps a bit breathier than it ought to be. ]
Well, I'm the one at your mercy here. [ it's his usual teasing tone, but his voice is significantly lower in pitch. ... and then he takes advantage of the fact that his arms are no longer pinned to grab her waist and roll the two of them over until he's kneeling above her, a mischievous grin on his face. ] Unless you'd rather do it this way, of course. Your choice.
[ he leans down far enough so that his smile, softer now, almost brushes her lips. ball's in your court, Ireland. ]
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Well, I'm the one at your mercy here. [ it's his usual teasing tone, but his voice is significantly lower in pitch. ... and then he takes advantage of the fact that his arms are no longer pinned to grab her waist and roll the two of them over until he's kneeling above her, a mischievous grin on his face. ] Unless you'd rather do it this way, of course. Your choice.
[ he leans down far enough so that his smile, softer now, almost brushes her lips. ball's in your court, Ireland. ]