[ She obviously did not put a lot of thought into a way out because when she walks back over to the mouth that opens out of the tank, she looks up at it like yep that sure is several feet over my head. It sure is. She pushes her hair out of her face. She could jump, maybe, but then she'd slide, and —
She looks over at Ben and realizes the offer implicit in the fact that he isn't climbing out himself.
For the first time since they'd gotten in, she becomes keenly aware of the fact that he's Sculpted and Wet and his hair is clinging to his neck and — Wow. There's a lot there. Her breath stutters on its way out of her chest as she works up the courage to set her dignity aside and ask— ]
Can you lift me?
[ She infers his compliance before he ever has to offer it, and she raises her palms to rest on his shoulders, drawing in closer to him. ]
Or, uh, if you put your hands together I can step in them and … pull myself up.
[ Fuck, they're both slippery. This is going to be a Trial. ]
and the cold? ? ??
She looks over at Ben and realizes the offer implicit in the fact that he isn't climbing out himself.
For the first time since they'd gotten in, she becomes keenly aware of the fact that he's Sculpted and Wet and his hair is clinging to his neck and — Wow. There's a lot there. Her breath stutters on its way out of her chest as she works up the courage to set her dignity aside and ask— ]
Can you lift me?
[ She infers his compliance before he ever has to offer it, and she raises her palms to rest on his shoulders, drawing in closer to him. ]
Or, uh, if you put your hands together I can step in them and … pull myself up.
[ Fuck, they're both slippery. This is going to be a Trial. ]