[ She'd almost hesitated changing anything about that moment when he whispered her name like he did. As it is, it made her relax above him even more, made her want to do whatever it took to even the playing field, to make him feel good. He was so warm beneath her, compared to anything else that touched her skin. She can't help but touch, her fingers sliding down his neck to his chest, fingertips ghosting over his skin so that she will not chill it more than she already has to.
It is then that she takes that last step and it's then that Mitchell has to pipe in with some commentary, her brow furrowing a bit even her words are a bit of a tease.] 'All this'? I hope you're not calling me fat, Mitchell.
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It is then that she takes that last step and it's then that Mitchell has to pipe in with some commentary, her brow furrowing a bit even her words are a bit of a tease.] 'All this'? I hope you're not calling me fat, Mitchell.