Lee thought she'd imagined it, she really had, but they were pressed so
tight together now that she couldn't miss the fact that something other than
his legs was pressing against her butt. Lee panicked for a second. As much
as she might not be experienced in the sex department, she had access to the
internet and she wasn't an idiot. This was straight out of some YA novel or
something on the CW. If she was in one of those books or shows, she'd know
how to say something appropriate, maybe make light of it and excuse herself
from the situation. Did she even want to do that? It wasn't that she
didn't find him attractive. Blind, deaf and dumb people found Lincoln
attractive. It wasn't even like the thought of having sex with him hadn't
crossed her mind, but it'd been an idle 'what if', not really something
she'd seriously given a lot of thought. Now suddenly she was giving it
serious thought. Suddenly she could see the way they fit together,
physically and personally. Vivid images of them doing something other than
lounging on this couch started presenting themselves and she swallowed hard,
trying to stay as still as she could so that she could clear her mind.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything that would break this train
of thought, when she caught the shaky breath he pulled in followed by the
yawn and the lazy sweet kiss against her palm and yet another yawn. Relief
flooded her. Train of thought thoroughly derailed, so much so that she felt
bad for thinking those things in the first place. He was tired...really
bone weary and not really thinking straight. The t-shirt comment just
proved it. He didn't really want to have sex with her. She was just a warm
body and his body was reacting without conscious thought. She was tired
too, for that matter. That was why she was thinking these sexy thought
about her best friend. It was silly really.
Somewhere deep inside a little part of her wailed in despair but Lee ignored
it and smiled at him instead. "Smooth, Lincoln. Did you get that line from
Roosevelt?" She asked him quietly, half expecting to get nothing but a
snore from him in return.
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Date: 2015-03-02 09:21 am (UTC)Lee thought she'd imagined it, she really had, but they were pressed so tight together now that she couldn't miss the fact that something other than his legs was pressing against her butt. Lee panicked for a second. As much as she might not be experienced in the sex department, she had access to the internet and she wasn't an idiot. This was straight out of some YA novel or something on the CW. If she was in one of those books or shows, she'd know how to say something appropriate, maybe make light of it and excuse herself from the situation. Did she even want to do that? It wasn't that she didn't find him attractive. Blind, deaf and dumb people found Lincoln attractive. It wasn't even like the thought of having sex with him hadn't crossed her mind, but it'd been an idle 'what if', not really something she'd seriously given a lot of thought. Now suddenly she was giving it serious thought. Suddenly she could see the way they fit together, physically and personally. Vivid images of them doing something other than lounging on this couch started presenting themselves and she swallowed hard, trying to stay as still as she could so that she could clear her mind.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything that would break this train of thought, when she caught the shaky breath he pulled in followed by the yawn and the lazy sweet kiss against her palm and yet another yawn. Relief flooded her. Train of thought thoroughly derailed, so much so that she felt bad for thinking those things in the first place. He was tired...really bone weary and not really thinking straight. The t-shirt comment just proved it. He didn't really want to have sex with her. She was just a warm body and his body was reacting without conscious thought. She was tired too, for that matter. That was why she was thinking these sexy thought about her best friend. It was silly really.
Somewhere deep inside a little part of her wailed in despair but Lee ignored it and smiled at him instead. "Smooth, Lincoln. Did you get that line from Roosevelt?" She asked him quietly, half expecting to get nothing but a snore from him in return.