[ The past is another country, and a complicated one at that.
There's no outward reaction at first to him pushing back, just her watching him steadily and neutrally for a long time before she brings her hands up, brushing them very deliberately across the front and outsides of his thighs until they rest flat against his stomach for a long moment.
And then she takes her hands away and two decisive steps back, looks him up and down slowly and nods, face still giving nothing away. ] Bedroom, then.
[ Her turn is almost military in its precision, and she might not look like she's deliberately moving fast but her stride eats up space quickly as she walks out of the workshop back towards the stairs. ]
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There's no outward reaction at first to him pushing back, just her watching him steadily and neutrally for a long time before she brings her hands up, brushing them very deliberately across the front and outsides of his thighs until they rest flat against his stomach for a long moment.
And then she takes her hands away and two decisive steps back, looks him up and down slowly and nods, face still giving nothing away. ] Bedroom, then.
[ Her turn is almost military in its precision, and she might not look like she's deliberately moving fast but her stride eats up space quickly as she walks out of the workshop back towards the stairs. ]