[which makes sophie smile and catch his hands, pulling him gently in that direction. to her credit, she even keeps her eyes up, ignoring the painfully obvious]

[good boy. her fingers stay twined with his as she sits down on the bed, shifting sit on her usual side]

[which just makes her chuckle again, like she can see the gears in his head turning, as she shifts closer to him]

Thinking too much, Connor. I promise I'm not naive.

Connor. I know.

[but she is also going to kiss him before he can wedge his foot into his mouth in a fashion he won't recover from]

[she tries. this kissing leads to her slowly crawling into his lap, because she's found that straddling his hips is a surprisingly nice place to be]

[it's almost funny, because what that nightmare reminded her of is the fact that connor is safe, that he would rather suffer himself than watch her in pain, that things don't have to hurt.

all the same, she's not rushing, her hands moving over his sides and chest with the same firm, memorizing touch she used on his back. it's not because she's nervous, it's because she wants him to be comfortable with this.]

[healthy children, really. they could definitely be doing worse, though, than picking each other to have questionable ideas with.

sophie shivers when his hand pushes up her shirt, humming and stretching in a way that leaves no question that it was a good shiver. one of her hands moves up his shoulder and into his hair, then scratches lightly down the back of his neck]

[no one has introduced sophie to undergarments and she is quite content without them, so there's very little in the way of obstacles to undressing her. she lets him lower her to the mattress, taking a breath and arching her back to get a feel of where their bodies are. somehow this doesn't feel like being pinned, even though she's on her back with his weight on her, and she makes another soft sound, threading her fingers into his hair and squeezing her thighs around his hips]

[does fix it mean tightening her legs enough to pull him down? because that's what she's doing. she runs her hands over his back, tugging until he's resting on his elbows instead. it's not his full weight, but she put him there, so it's all right. and really, she wants to kiss him again, which doesn't work if he's too far away]

[sophie stretches under him, pressing herself against him where they touch. she catches his hair with one hand, combs it back, then lets it fall again]

I don't mind. I could trim it for you. Later.

[her head tilts a little, like the question is unexpected]

I'm sure. I've been sure.

[connor is vastly more aware of sophie's consent issues than she is.]

Stuff?