[ She slides her hands under his shirt, lightly sliding over skin for a moment before she starts to pull the shirt up and over his head. Arms up like that can get genuinely uncomfortable quickly, and she's going to avoid that for the moment after having force marched him in here.
But oh, that's definitely not allowed. She tosses the shirt aside, slides a hand into his hair and tugs backwards as she leans forward, close as she can without touching. ] You may lower your arms, slowly. Did I say you could talk? [ She knows it was on purpose, knows he's pushing. It's strange, the conflicting feelings she has from that, because at once she's so very okay with him pushing but wants to make him do what she says. ]
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But oh, that's definitely not allowed. She tosses the shirt aside, slides a hand into his hair and tugs backwards as she leans forward, close as she can without touching. ] You may lower your arms, slowly. Did I say you could talk? [ She knows it was on purpose, knows he's pushing. It's strange, the conflicting feelings she has from that, because at once she's so very okay with him pushing but wants to make him do what she says. ]