It was overwhelming and she was at a complete loss for what to do. She was hyper aware of ever inch of where her body made contact with his own and that was making it nigh on impossible to remain fixedly in denial. However, this didn't solve the dilemma of what she was even supposed to do with that knowledge. It wasn't until he finally spoke that her mind lurched back into action.

His words reminded her immediately of the night of her last birthday and suddenly she felt master of herself once more. Hadn't she had the same reaction to him that night, said the same words? Was it not the same but with roles reversed? Thinking of him as bewildered, and perhaps even alarmed, gave her conviction.

Placing her hands either side of him on the mattress, she pushed herself up and off of him; a smirk twisted her lips as she took in her new vantage point. "What, indeed." She felt her resolve waver but persisted in flinging her leg over him. It had been closer to a year than not since he'd last visited her bed but she thought she remembered well enough what he usually did. Acting quickly before she could give him a chance to throw her off and thus spoil the moment, she pinned his arms down as best she could and placed most of her weight behind her arms. It was oddly satisfying. "Does this make you angry?"

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