[ Overthinking will happen when she's a little more coherent and not distracted by the moment, her gaze following his every movement, although it's growing a little more difficult, the more attention that he seems to give her, only able to let out ragged breaths and desperate noises that betray how she usually was. High pitched in contrast to her normal lower register, something that nobody really gets to hear. Hell, he probably hasn't heard this kind of Inaba before, because she always put on the serious front most of the time.
But now she's way too distracted to even care about it, excitement pooling in the pit of her stomach, especially as he rocks against her. Even though she saw it earlier, it's much easier to notice like this. And she can't say that she hates it. No, it's the opposite; she's eager for more than this, as she rolls her hips up against his own in response, dragging out a rather elated sigh that speaks measures of how she seems to be enjoying herself. ]
Atsushi, please. . .
[ She manages those two words escaping her lips rather breathing with an obvious desire for what he wants to give her but doesn't state it outright. ]
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But now she's way too distracted to even care about it, excitement pooling in the pit of her stomach, especially as he rocks against her. Even though she saw it earlier, it's much easier to notice like this. And she can't say that she hates it. No, it's the opposite; she's eager for more than this, as she rolls her hips up against his own in response, dragging out a rather elated sigh that speaks measures of how she seems to be enjoying herself. ]
Atsushi, please. . .
[ She manages those two words escaping her lips rather breathing with an obvious desire for what he wants to give her but doesn't state it outright. ]