<span style="font-size: 12px">It was feeling harder to breeze with him touching her thigh like that. Then he went as far as to touching beneath the shirt. Her breath came out shaky as she stared back to him, willing the heat in her face to go away! She was cute. She let out a huff as he pulled away, he was giving her space. Lifting onto her elbows she watched him...before she realized what she was doining as her thighs shifted against one another. The tickle of hos fingers on her skin still lingered.<br/>
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She shivered with the smallest movement, that was a good idea. She didn't want to be sick here. Her fears of not being able to go home oddly started to fall away little by little. Though she doubted that of the them here knew how to take care of the sick if it were up to them. Seeing it was in her best interest she did, his bed now held a damp apot upon it from where she has been pressed into. Tori quickly realized though, he wasn't going anywhere with the way he stood there. Her eyes glimpsing over him and for a moment those honey colored eyes couldn't stop from glimpsing how low his trousers were on his hips. That brought the fire back to her body and as she turned her attention back to his drawers she stiffled the quietest noise of a yearning.<br/>
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Boys. Her eyes rolled as she yanked a drawer open, eyes looking upon his clothing inside. She sucked in a quiet breath. Her mind telling her to grab what she needed to change as quietly as possibly. But maybe it was time she turned a new leaf. She was not home anymore...no...she was home now. She was still angry with him, she knew he always got what he wanted, why should she have thought her presence would have been any different? Her teeth grazed her top lip a moment, her back still too him.<br/>
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Gesh, what was she doing? Could she not pick a shirt? He was probably wondering. Soon enough her fingers pulled from the drawer and she pulled that clinging material up her body. As it brushed over her skin, it felt even colder to her. Up her slender legs, showing those soft thighs he had recently touched. Higher the material climbed over her rounded backside, a small tanline of color showing where she must have laid in the sun. What a silly mark to have and so small too.<br/>
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Her hair slapped back against her back, the damp shirt hit the floor with a plop leaving her naked. Her back still to him. Her hips had a curve that was not seen among the boys, a slenderness to her frame. The ends of her hair now wet hung to her lower back, her head tilted some, eyes curiously looking back to him. She looked back to his drawer wothdrawing another tunic. Maybe she was to shy to turn arouns. Maybe that leaf wasn't being turned as quickly as she thought it should. <br/>
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Arms slipping in the soft material, the top hung down covering her waist and thighs. Her feet shifted and she finally turned to him. Her breasts perky from the cold friction, it showed light rosey nipples. They had a roundness to them, they would feel quite the handful in Pan's hands. Her eyes met his and then she tugged the shirt over her head, down her slim waist. A small short patch of dark hair showed between her legs and with a tug it was covered. Well she couldn't go running around with no pants could she? Not that stopped her before...she hadn't exactly had a say in that matter though. <br/>
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Whether it was a smart move on her part or not. She turned her back to him once again. The drawer shut with a bit of a push and another was opened as she found herself a pair of trousers. She pulled out the first to see, her elbow shutting that one as she pulled on the pants, unlike him she has to pull the ties tight or they would slip right off. Decent and dry she looked to Pan, she was not going out in that rain.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "Will you get me something to eat? Im hungry."</span> It was the least he could do in regards to making it up to her from having left her in a trap up in a tree hanging in the rain.<br/>
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Tori moved from standing in front of his drawers and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes finding her under garments hanging as if they were some ornaments in Pan's little house. She stood up walking over to them and pulled them down, nice and dry but all she did was ball them into her hand. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Someone spoke to me in the forest."</span> She said turning to him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "It wasn't any of the boys...who else is out there?" </span>She asked after a moment.  </span>