"I don't tell Roosevelt he is beautiful, ruggedly manly maybe. And I have to tell you that you're beautiful because it's true. Because I love you," Lincoln replied honestly. He meant it, meant that he loved her... as a friend. He really did.
Thumb tracing over Lee's rib case, his fingertips grazed against Lee's breast as she stretched and leaned over to take a drink. Glancing down at her, he stiffened slightly at how she looked in front of him and what it looked like she was potentially doing.
"Uh, you okay? You want to sit on my lap?" Lincoln asked bemused, stretching out his other arm to slide comfortably round and beneath her ass before he tugged her closer. "I don't mind."
Because he really didn't at all. In fact he was pretty sure he might end up liking it a damn sight more than he should.
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Date: 2015-03-13 09:25 pm (UTC)Thumb tracing over Lee's rib case, his fingertips grazed against Lee's breast as she stretched and leaned over to take a drink. Glancing down at her, he stiffened slightly at how she looked in front of him and what it looked like she was potentially doing.
"Uh, you okay? You want to sit on my lap?" Lincoln asked bemused, stretching out his other arm to slide comfortably round and beneath her ass before he tugged her closer. "I don't mind."
Because he really didn't at all. In fact he was pretty sure he might end up liking it a damn sight more than he should.