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Alright, so it took a little more than that twelve hours, but I got it done, and that's what counts. I need to get back into the swing of things.
[X] Grab her hat (you can reach it from here, right?) and put it back on her.
[X] While doing so, apologize calmly for getting carried away.
[X] Ask if we should "finish", but leave it ambiguous. Judge her reaction and do what she wants.
[X] Try to finish drying her tails.
No, no! You need to stop this line of thought before you do something even more rash, but she's just so beautiful... you'd love nothing more than to take her in your arms, kiss her, make love to... damn it, damn it, damn it! As long as she's looking into your eyes, you can't tear yourself away from her, no matter how addled she may be! You need a distraction, anything, to just take your mind off of her...
Groping blindly for something, your fingers meet with some sort of cloth... her hat? Desperate, you plant it back onto her head as best you can, barely managing to pull the brim far enough down to hide her eyes as slightly as it does. Mercifully, it's enough to let you tear your eyes away from the gorgeous goddess in front of you, even if only just.
It doesn't really help as much as you had hoped.
Even if you're not looking at her, you can sure as hell feel her weight in your lap, her gentle breaths grazing you through your thin clothes, her soft, slightly damp hair brushing against your fingers... oh gods, you're wrapping a finger in her hair, and you're not even sure when you started doing it. On the other hand, you still haven't done anything else that you might come to regret, and maybe that's the best you can hope to do. Ran is an extraordinarily beautiful woman, so it would be pretty strange for anyone to be able to just shrug this sort of situation off, wouldn't it?
Yeah. Yeah, when you think about it like that, you feel a little bit more calm. Uncomfortable, and still worried about your own possible conduct, but calm... for a given value of calm, naturally. Now, if only your mouth weren't so dry that it hindered your ability to speak...
"Ran," you manage after a while. That's about as far as it goes. What, exactly are you supposed to say in this situation? Well, aside from the obvious.
"Sorry," you add. You lapse into silence after that, punctuated now and then by brief, vain attempts to expand on your apology. Unfortunately, given that for which you are apologizing, any expansion just feels inadequate, and... kind of wrong, to be honest. In the end, you settle for repeating yourself. "Sorry."
With that you finally muster up the nerve to look back down at Ran, and find her looking much more aware. Though her face is flushed, and her breaths heavy, her eyes hold a great deal more clarity. She remains silent, however, her gaze fixed straight in your eyes, which encourages you to try to keep from letting said eyes wander back down to her breasts, which rise and fall with her every breath. You're finding it rather difficult. It's hard to decide whether to be thankful or disappointed when she notices your plight and brings an arm up to shield her breasts from view.
Still, seeing her modest attempt to defend what's left of her... modesty... is enough to rouse you from the brief stupor you were sinking into while staring at her, and without a word you hastily, but weakly offer her one of the many towels you had gathered. She accepts the offer rather graciously, and drapes the fuzzy indigo cloth over her body as best she can. Which it turns out is not very well. You avert your eyes and help her adjust the cover. It still looks haphazard when you look at her again, but it covers the important bits. Again, part of you is disappointed.
Awkwardly, the two of you continue to eye each other; you know that you're unsure of how to proceed, and it seems like Ran is in the same boat. Nervously, you clear your throat, and say the first thing that comes to mind.
"So... should we finish?"
Ran looks stunned. Her faint blush suddenly redoubles, and her eyes drift toward the tent that you're still pitchin-- wait, did she think you meant... ?
"Wait, that's not what I meant," you exclaim hurriedly, your cheeks burning so hot they almost feel as thought they're on fire. "I meant the... with the things," you elucidate, illustrating your poorly parsed meaning by waving about a spare towel. "Unless that's what you want, I mean! Because you're very beautiful, and I like you well enough, even if we don't know each other well, and... that is to say..."
Good gods, what the hell are you saying?
Burying your face in your hands, you wait for the inevitable indignant reply, or reprimand; when it never comes, you risk a peek through your fingers. Ran is just staring off into space, her eyes distant, though they briefly shift to look at your-- there's no way she's actually considering that garbled proposition, is there? That's not possib--
"I think that would be a very bad idea," she says at last. You twitch a little. Her breathless voice has a sort of sexy, husky quality to it. "It would not be proper at all. Not to mention that we hardly know each other."
Despite saying that, she remains motionless, lying there with her head in your lap. She has this weird look in her eyes that you can't really judge, and she keeps glancing at... how the hell are you supposed to take this? What are you supposed to do?
[ ] Write-in.
Whoa. Forgot the NSFW screen there. Though I have to wonder whether this really needs it...