[ Ah, how reckless of her. She should feel his muscles tense under her palms when she initiates contact, a ripple under her fingertips as Adolf braces and cracks his eyes open to digest what's going on.
With that done, and with her laugh ringing in his ears... well.
He rolls the both of them so that Oona is on her back, her hands still under his shirt while he braces over her with his elbows on either side of her face. ]
It won't be hard to tell when you know.
[ Don't provoke the eel too much, Oona— he's not as naive as he looks. ]
...You'll turn red.
[ A hand swivels by the wrist, fingers sift along damp hair pooled on bedsheets. ]
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With that done, and with her laugh ringing in his ears... well.
He rolls the both of them so that Oona is on her back, her hands still under his shirt while he braces over her with his elbows on either side of her face. ]
It won't be hard to tell when you know.
[ Don't provoke the eel too much, Oona— he's not as naive as he looks. ]
...You'll turn red.
[ A hand swivels by the wrist, fingers sift along damp hair pooled on bedsheets. ]