(Oh, she hates the smug, she hates it so much, even if he did say he was gonna get insufferable. It was a given, and yet, it pulls such an eyeroll from her because hello, you have Sophie Cuckoo nearly naked on your bed, and you're putting her to do work, Quentin???
Absurd. The first thing she does is reestablish the connection, although much less on the thoughts, and much more on the sensory aspect of the exchange. For a tiny moment, she just looks at him, trying to figure out whether this is actually... Okay, but the conclusion she finds is that she doesn't actually care. She wants this, go figure, who gets it, not her. Long fingers remove his glasses, and in full knowledge that he's probably going to drive her crazy by the end of the day, her lips press against his.)
nsfw from here on out
(Oh, she hates the smug, she hates it so much, even if he did say he was gonna get insufferable. It was a given, and yet, it pulls such an eyeroll from her because hello, you have Sophie Cuckoo nearly naked on your bed, and you're putting her to do work, Quentin???
Absurd. The first thing she does is reestablish the connection, although much less on the thoughts, and much more on the sensory aspect of the exchange. For a tiny moment, she just looks at him, trying to figure out whether this is actually... Okay, but the conclusion she finds is that she doesn't actually care. She wants this, go figure, who gets it, not her. Long fingers remove his glasses, and in full knowledge that he's probably going to drive her crazy by the end of the day, her lips press against his.)