So this wasn't really what Flynn'd had in mind.
Estelle tipped her head to the side, smiling slightly as she looked into his eyes. She was almost in his lap, really, and he couldn't tell if he wanted to sink into the bed or push his face into her neck and drag his teeth down to the place between her breasts which were-right there. White. Run with delicate blue and coral pink and soft, in a powdery sort of way.
He swallowed.
Wasn't it sort of bright in here? Was-shouldn't-hadn't people made a hole in the sheet for this sort of thing?
"Can I touch you?" Estelle asked suddenly. She'd kept her hands folded on her knees as she crouched between his legs. Flynn tried to answer her. He really, really tried.
"Flynn?"
"Fine." He gasped, and in an attempt to reassure her, tried to rest his hand on her shoulder.
Only his hand ended up resting more on her-breast.
The pair of them stared at his offensive appendage. Estelle smacked him.
Flynn gripped his cheek, dazed by the entire affair.
"Oh! I mean-I'm sorry," Estelle flushed, now cradling her hands to her chest, "I just...It just sort of..." she trailed off, looking horribly guilty. Then she flattened one hand against Flynn's chest, a little to the left of his heart.
Flynn jumped, but Estelle looked at him firmly, "Now we're even!"