[ She tumbles back into the chair. NSnorting at what he said - well, one of them had always been the first to climb trees and the other always preferred books. An unfair advantage she uses now. Shifting her legs to hold to his waist - and yes too intimate, yes too much and if they were caught like they were children still, they'd both be scolded if not worse where her skirts up the tops of her thighs, and he's caught in her wrap of her limbs but - to hell with it all. She yanks him back, and with it, leans forward so she can bite his ear. Not hard, but a sharp nip. ]
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No, you're scrawnier.