The way he asks her those questions, throws her own discomfort back in her face and then makes the demands he does only serves to convince her that he doesn't understand what it feels like to be the only one of them to make the changes she has. She'd done it immediately, she knows he doesn't approve.
Of course she assumes he'd be put off by her and it's one thing to say he isn't when the clothes are on still, another entirely to actively touch her.
"You weren't shy about how you felt about my choice," she tells him, voice a little icier again to match that look on his face as she takes hold of his hand. "And you don't get to be the one to tell me what I can and can't do."
What she does do is pull his hand between her legs, use her free hand to hook fingers in her leotard and pull it to the side so that when she presses his hand between her thighs he'll be met with bare skin. She's wet like a human against his fingers and her own, swollen in the way human women get when they're aroused. She guides his fingers against her, showing him where to touch and stroke.
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Of course she assumes he'd be put off by her and it's one thing to say he isn't when the clothes are on still, another entirely to actively touch her.
"You weren't shy about how you felt about my choice," she tells him, voice a little icier again to match that look on his face as she takes hold of his hand. "And you don't get to be the one to tell me what I can and can't do."
What she does do is pull his hand between her legs, use her free hand to hook fingers in her leotard and pull it to the side so that when she presses his hand between her thighs he'll be met with bare skin. She's wet like a human against his fingers and her own, swollen in the way human women get when they're aroused. She guides his fingers against her, showing him where to touch and stroke.