[Both her hands slide to the back of his neck, one slipping into his hair as he goes up her neck. Her legs are still bent up, and they sort of hug at his sides.]
[It takes her a second to establish what he asked, because when he backs up she's confused (and annoyed) as to why he stopped and ready to pull him down again; her face flashes that confusion through somewhat heavy breathing.]
[Except then she can't help but half smile at him, something of utter adoration.] Absolutely, Seaweed Brain. [She tugs him closer for one brief, chaste brush of lips. And then she asks, a little quietly with a kind of nervousness that only he might be able to notice:] Are you?
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[It takes her a second to establish what he asked, because when he backs up she's confused (and annoyed) as to why he stopped and ready to pull him down again; her face flashes that confusion through somewhat heavy breathing.]
[Except then she can't help but half smile at him, something of utter adoration.] Absolutely, Seaweed Brain. [She tugs him closer for one brief, chaste brush of lips. And then she asks, a little quietly with a kind of nervousness that only he might be able to notice:] Are you?