Or are you more afraid your words will make you lose me?
[She turned back to face him, not at all concerned at their closeness, even though her lashes almost seemed like they could touch his if she leaned in even a little bit.]
If I recall, I didn't get either of them.
[One because of Lupin's hands and the other because some people were too crafty for their own good.]
[action]
[which is strange to admit, since it's all they ever do. Run and banter, banter and run. He hooks his chin over her shoulder.]
Remember it's thanks to these hands you got those in the nick of time.
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[She turned back to face him, not at all concerned at their closeness, even though her lashes almost seemed like they could touch his if she leaned in even a little bit.]
If I recall, I didn't get either of them.
[One because of Lupin's hands and the other because some people were too crafty for their own good.]
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[he leans in a bit more, till his skin brushes hers.
He isn't afraid. His hand glides up her thigh lightly, lightly]
No?
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[One that she was grateful for, more often than not, but there was no point in letting him know that. His ego was already large enough.
She didn't bother to smack his hand away just yet, but she did let out a small huff of annoyance, leaning back against him.]
Barely.
[Which meant he'd get the same from her.]
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Oh please, you don't fool me. You like that particular smothering.
[This little shit.]
Where it counts I did.