[She presses down on instinct, riding against the faint shape of him through the bulk of their jumpsuits. Jumpsuits that really need to come off, by the way. The sleeves of hers come untied with an easy tug, but she has to rise up onto her knees a little to try to tug it down any farther. She gives a little laugh as her first attempt just winds up with her swaying into him; the second, however, at least reveals most of her regulation briefs. They're practical and white, the fabric thin enough to give a glimpse of dark curls beneath.]
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