[He's just going to assume that little noise, quickly swallowed, was a good one, for Annie makes no move to push out of his arms, and he likes to think that she'd be comfortable enough with him to be able to tell him no without being afraid to cross him. She's certainly crossed him enough in the past without it being a problem, hopefully that holds true here, too.
He strokes his fingertips along the outside of her thigh, tracing her skin where a pair of shorts might hit, his fingers meandering gently as they work their way from front to back, allowing him to trail up again without getting in the way of feeling her body pressed flat up against his.
They linger right where her thigh meets her bum, tracing that gentle crease, not daring to push ahead further without any sort of agreement from her.] Alright?
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He strokes his fingertips along the outside of her thigh, tracing her skin where a pair of shorts might hit, his fingers meandering gently as they work their way from front to back, allowing him to trail up again without getting in the way of feeling her body pressed flat up against his.
They linger right where her thigh meets her bum, tracing that gentle crease, not daring to push ahead further without any sort of agreement from her.] Alright?