[ That would work if she wasn't such a brat, really. And almost does have marginal success; if not for his reaction the previous night when she had been too eager, too fervent, she would crawl into his lap and adamantly show him how much she does want to be more than just an ally to him. She still could, but she doesn't want to feel as though she's trapped him in some way without a proper warning or relaying her intentions — and both, she assumes, would ruin the effect. ]
Were you?
[ Given he doesn't look nearly as flustered as she does, that sounds dubious. Rather than wait for an answer, she can rely on taking matters into her own hands, slowly but surely. And so she stays where she is, splayed out across the mess of tangled blankets, shirt riding up her thigh — and further, when she yanks its hem up to her torso. It catches just beneath the curve of her breasts, but it's the wet stain on the crotch of her panties that feels more exposing. Blatant evidence of how quickly she's gotten aroused.
THAT'S A LOT OF WORK
Were you?
[ Given he doesn't look nearly as flustered as she does, that sounds dubious. Rather than wait for an answer, she can rely on taking matters into her own hands, slowly but surely. And so she stays where she is, splayed out across the mess of tangled blankets, shirt riding up her thigh — and further, when she yanks its hem up to her torso. It catches just beneath the curve of her breasts, but it's the wet stain on the crotch of her panties that feels more exposing. Blatant evidence of how quickly she's gotten aroused.
If she has any shame in that, it doesn't show. ]
I'm not convinced you want to be more than that.