[He grins, when she leans in a little closer--even the slight press of her body, damp as it is--even that's enough to get a shiver out of him, eager and anticipatory, and he grabs onto her--one hand at her hand, one at her hip, keeping her where she is.]
Hands it is, then.
[He lingers there, a moment, but it's going to be better when he gets her to the bathroom, so--reluctantly, he steps away, his hand still holding hers.]
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Hands it is, then.
[He lingers there, a moment, but it's going to be better when he gets her to the bathroom, so--reluctantly, he steps away, his hand still holding hers.]
Come on.