[See, this is one of the things Bryn appreciates a great deal about Thor. He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't second-guess himself. He acts. He's as game for these cookie fortunes as she is, and she savors the thrill of her heart leaping into her throat as his larger hand grasps her wrist. Grins broadly up at him as he uses his hold to drag her closer to him. Her body pressed against his.
He looks so pleased with himself in that confident way she's always found so attractive. The same way she's always seemed to get herself in the most delightful kinds of trouble.]
I think so. Taking it a step further, pretending we're tied together with rope?
[Look at how much she hates this. How much she's struggling by the way she leans in against him.]
Keep this up and I may extend the time limit, Thor.
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He looks so pleased with himself in that confident way she's always found so attractive. The same way she's always seemed to get herself in the most delightful kinds of trouble.]
I think so. Taking it a step further, pretending we're tied together with rope?
[Look at how much she hates this. How much she's struggling by the way she leans in against him.]
Keep this up and I may extend the time limit, Thor.