[She finds herself wetting her own lips as he imagines them. And she does want to believe his description will be the truth, but part of her-- the self-loathing part, imagines he'll find them wanting. It's not something she's going to admit to him right then, if ever.]
Maybe you should. [The agreement is quieter than she usually is, a yearning sounding in her own tone. She considers a moment, voice rising a bit in a slight challenge that speaks to how turned on the thought is making her.] I'll try not to bite you.
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Maybe you should. [The agreement is quieter than she usually is, a yearning sounding in her own tone. She considers a moment, voice rising a bit in a slight challenge that speaks to how turned on the thought is making her.] I'll try not to bite you.