Grab the keys? Wren looked at the back of his pants--damn, no pockets there. They had to be in one of the front ones. Which, yes, she wasn't terribly shy but in the same breath, wanting to be respectful was high on her list, too. Yet, in order to get in, they needed keys.
"Sure," she quipped, trying to not sound overly confident as she slipped her hand into his pocket, on search of the keys. Gods, his thigh was warm. Had she known him better and longer, Wren would be stroking that thigh and the crease where his body started. As it was, she could already feel her own body responding which was that tricky-edged sword. It'd been a while and... shit, he smelled good, too.
Hoping she didn't linger to the point were it was weird, she fished the keys out, glancing for a moment at his face before pointedly turning to start getting the doors open and taken care of.
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Date: 2023-12-24 07:11 pm (UTC)"Sure," she quipped, trying to not sound overly confident as she slipped her hand into his pocket, on search of the keys. Gods, his thigh was warm. Had she known him better and longer, Wren would be stroking that thigh and the crease where his body started. As it was, she could already feel her own body responding which was that tricky-edged sword. It'd been a while and... shit, he smelled good, too.
Hoping she didn't linger to the point were it was weird, she fished the keys out, glancing for a moment at his face before pointedly turning to start getting the doors open and taken care of.