[She grinds against him and it's still not enough. Her underwear is already damp & sticky; she's half-convinced it'll soak through her jeans, he's pressing so hard, but it's just not enough. (She can hear Hatter's voice, you just suffer from it not being well done and the memory of that entire conversation makes her squirm with equal parts embarrassment and want.) One hand releases his shoulders and slides down to fumble with the button of her jeans. She can feel the pulse of his erection against her thigh, but she feels entitled to a little selfish wanting.]
Sunday! \^^/