Hmmmmmm, [he says, his shoulderblades and the stretch of his back vibrating tangibly between her thighs as he ponders. He unwinds his head back around (because he's only mortal you know, because his player fucked up and forgot to give him superpowers during the Marvel plot, it was terrible) (because his neck would start to hurt), and then tilts it thoughtfully.] Hmm. How should I answer that? [he wonders aloud, possibly referring to the window for advice.
And then-- perhaps unexpectedly, he abruptly breaks into a run.
Straight out the doorway, then starts pelting down the stairs. She finds herself jostled wildly, of course, bumping and knocking. But he keeps his arms tight, preventing her knees from scraping or her beautiful shoes from scratching. It's only a matter of minutes-- laughing like a banshee— that he bursts out into the sunshine, and across the sandy decline toward the beach.]
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And then-- perhaps unexpectedly, he abruptly breaks into a run.
Straight out the doorway, then starts pelting down the stairs. She finds herself jostled wildly, of course, bumping and knocking. But he keeps his arms tight, preventing her knees from scraping or her beautiful shoes from scratching. It's only a matter of minutes-- laughing like a banshee— that he bursts out into the sunshine, and across the sandy decline toward the beach.]