[He freezes in place, hands knotted in the fabric of her blouse as if he's expecting her to shove him away because he is not an experienced con and is, in fact, a massive chickenshit who only recently grew a pair to make a move.
And secretly he's impressed he managed enough bullshit to convince her he was actually impressive as fuck. Why did he have to get all honest? He could have built himself up so much better.
But they resume the clothes tearing and he manages a boyish smirk of victory.]
You think so? [yep that blouse is going away now. bye blouse. it was nice knowing you.]
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And secretly he's impressed he managed enough bullshit to convince her he was actually impressive as fuck. Why did he have to get all honest? He could have built himself up so much better.
But they resume the clothes tearing and he manages a boyish smirk of victory.]
You think so? [yep that blouse is going away now. bye blouse. it was nice knowing you.]