[ Her smile shifts into something a little less controlled, like she might laugh and push him into the water before she gets to the whole stripping part.. but no, some part of her remembers he's gonna need dry clothes for after, so instead she just leans in too, only to scrunch her nose at him, before sliding over so she's standing in front of him, one hand tucking under his chin so she can get to that zipper pull, and the other tugging it down in one quick zrrrip.
Raven's fighting the same kind of battle really; her usual MO at this point being to push things in a less innocent direction, leave no time for thought because not thinking was more fun, not thinking meant less worrying. Back home she could afford it; find some guy that makes her feel pretty for what she's not, take risks with him and not worry about whatever might happen after because it didn't matter much since he hadn't ever gotten to see the real her. But here's is different, everything she does counts for something, and with Jim it's different. He does know her and still makes her smile, lets her do these ridiculous things. She won't mess that up.
But she will help him undress, slowly pushing the jumpsuit off his shoulders and tugging at the sleeves, even if it's completely unnecessary. Maybe it's just fun for her, pretending she has that much control of the situation. Whatever. ]
Am I really going to have to throw you in? Or will you go willingly. [ after a second she laughs finally, her hands now at his sides, but she knows better than to actually test herself that much, stepping back and letting him tug off the rest of his jumpsuit on his own. in the meantime she's pulling off her boots and that dress, throwing them somewhere behind him so they don't get wet. hey, if she's insisting he swim in his underwear, she's going to do the same. even if her underwear aren't actually real. she's shorter now with the loss of those three-inch heels, but she's looking at him very seriously (not really, barely holding back another laugh here) when she adds; ] There's no use running now, by the way. I will find you, and catch you, and there will be no dignity in the way I carry you back and toss you in the deep end. None.
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Raven's fighting the same kind of battle really; her usual MO at this point being to push things in a less innocent direction, leave no time for thought because not thinking was more fun, not thinking meant less worrying. Back home she could afford it; find some guy that makes her feel pretty for what she's not, take risks with him and not worry about whatever might happen after because it didn't matter much since he hadn't ever gotten to see the real her. But here's is different, everything she does counts for something, and with Jim it's different. He does know her and still makes her smile, lets her do these ridiculous things. She won't mess that up.
But she will help him undress, slowly pushing the jumpsuit off his shoulders and tugging at the sleeves, even if it's completely unnecessary. Maybe it's just fun for her, pretending she has that much control of the situation. Whatever. ]
Am I really going to have to throw you in? Or will you go willingly. [ after a second she laughs finally, her hands now at his sides, but she knows better than to actually test herself that much, stepping back and letting him tug off the rest of his jumpsuit on his own. in the meantime she's pulling off her boots and that dress, throwing them somewhere behind him so they don't get wet. hey, if she's insisting he swim in his underwear, she's going to do the same. even if her underwear aren't actually real. she's shorter now with the loss of those three-inch heels, but she's looking at him very seriously (not really, barely holding back another laugh here) when she adds; ] There's no use running now, by the way. I will find you, and catch you, and there will be no dignity in the way I carry you back and toss you in the deep end. None.