[She's trying not to smile, which of course means Quentin is even more intent on getting her to. That's what he does: push people's buttons, with telepathy but often without, say all the right things to elicit emotions they don't want to show, and apply pressure until they crack. He's done it for years, though admittedly the vast majority of that time has been making people mad. And he tries not to do that so much anymore. But this? This is a worthy application of that particular skillset. Sophie doesn't stand a goddamn chance.
It's definitely convenient that she likes having her waist held, because that means he can keep his hands there in perpetuity, enjoying the way his hands feel on her skin from both sides of the psychic connection. That's the tricky thing about hooking up with someone who has a body identical to one you're very, very familiar with. Hard not to rely on experience. But that's why he's not doing this the way he normally would. Or the way he would with... She Who Must Not Be Named.]
/Hmm, yeah, but it's more fun for me if you say it./
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It's definitely convenient that she likes having her waist held, because that means he can keep his hands there in perpetuity, enjoying the way his hands feel on her skin from both sides of the psychic connection. That's the tricky thing about hooking up with someone who has a body identical to one you're very, very familiar with. Hard not to rely on experience. But that's why he's not doing this the way he normally would. Or the way he would with... She Who Must Not Be Named.]
/Hmm, yeah, but it's more fun for me if you say it./
[She did want to know what he enjoys, right?]