“You’re doing pretty good so far,” Summer points out. Oh god, they’re pressed right up together, and one of the best things about being female is that he cannot tell how much she /wants/ right now. Her hands tremble just a little. It’s one thing to tease him, but they’re beyond teasing now. “Tell me what you want?”
Percival froze briefly. “I-” He blushed. “I’ve never really talked about… beyond innuendo-” His brow furrowed, his blush spread to his ears. Well, it didn’t take long to fluster me, did it?
She takes a step back, takes a deep breath. There’s a chair, and a table, and she grabs the chair and turns it, then grabs his shoulders and maneuovres him into it.
“There,” she mutters. “Now I’m not breaking my neck.” Then she sits down on his knee and pulls his arm around her waist. “Don’t talk,” she whispers. “Just do.”