Olive was pretty sure that was the best course of action ever. She couldn't think straight right now, though her brain was trying its hardest with its insistence on wondering things like, I hope I'm not making a weird face, and Holy shit, how would anyone even know I'm making a weird face right now, shut up.
Olive's brain, unfortunately, refused to wander off to calculate pi. If only.
She sighed softly into the kiss, a little self-conscious once she realized how needy it sounded, and skimmed her hand up his back. And then her free hand was reaching down to her sarong to undo it, because what was the harm in that? It wasn't really doing anything, anyway. It was like a scarf. Totally decorative. It wasn't like she was taking her pants off or something.
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Date: 2013-02-27 03:34 pm (UTC)Olive's brain, unfortunately, refused to wander off to calculate pi. If only.
She sighed softly into the kiss, a little self-conscious once she realized how needy it sounded, and skimmed her hand up his back. And then her free hand was reaching down to her sarong to undo it, because what was the harm in that? It wasn't really doing anything, anyway. It was like a scarf. Totally decorative. It wasn't like she was taking her pants off or something.
(She wasn't even wearing pants, though. Oh god.)