He'd been feeling fine about this until she drifted off mid-sentence. It wasn't difficult to follow her gaze and guess what had gotten her sidetracked. She was blushing again and now Ford was, too, though he wasn't sure how else he was meant to have handled this. He had to take his clothes off at some point — that bit of clothing in particular. Her reaction was confirmation, he supposed, that she had never done this bit before, because Ford had seen cocks before and knew his was nothing especially remarkable, for better or for worse. That — might not make her feel any less awkward about it, he decided, even if he could manage to express it without shriveling up with embarrassment, which seemed unlikely.
He'd intended to pull her into his lap and keep kissing her, but much as he wanted to try and pick up the momentum they'd built before it entirely stalled out he suspected she might find that position... distracting.
"Let's just —" he started, intending to mean continue, but he couldn't find a way to say it that didn't sound either weirdly formal or stilted. He languished for a moment. This had all been easier when she was kissing him. He reached to cup her face and pressed his lips to hers again and hoped it would put this little interaction firmly behind them.
He'd intended to pull her into his lap and keep kissing her, but much as he wanted to try and pick up the momentum they'd built before it entirely stalled out he suspected she might find that position... distracting.
"Let's just —" he started, intending to mean continue, but he couldn't find a way to say it that didn't sound either weirdly formal or stilted. He languished for a moment. This had all been easier when she was kissing him. He reached to cup her face and pressed his lips to hers again and hoped it would put this little interaction firmly behind them.
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