She raised an eyebrow at the way his eyes ran over her, but a moment later he was yanking his shirt over her head; a far cry from his reaction the last time he'd seen her naked.
"Hey," she huffed, her voice muffled by all the fabric as she struggled to work her arms and head through even as she did her best to push his hands away. Finally, she managed, and the shirt fell over her body to hit just above her knee.
Her frown faded, though, at the way he inspected her face. His hands fit over her hips with an ease he obviously remembered, in some small, unconscious way.
"Yeah," she said, brushing her fingers over the back of his hand. "We knew each other before...I go by Bastet here." She knew her real name--and his, for that matter--but she doubted he would be able to hear either this early.
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"Hey," she huffed, her voice muffled by all the fabric as she struggled to work her arms and head through even as she did her best to push his hands away. Finally, she managed, and the shirt fell over her body to hit just above her knee.
Her frown faded, though, at the way he inspected her face. His hands fit over her hips with an ease he obviously remembered, in some small, unconscious way.
"Yeah," she said, brushing her fingers over the back of his hand. "We knew each other before...I go by Bastet here." She knew her real name--and his, for that matter--but she doubted he would be able to hear either this early.