[bastard, comes the thought, but it has no heat even in her mind. there's certainly none of it in the scowl she attempts to form on her face, and her eyes aren't nearly as hard as she's trying to make them. it's all impossible when she can feel his smile against her skin.

it's even worse when he glances up, when she can see the way that his eyes crinkle with it, and her heart jumps into her throat from the sight of that. when all that fond warmth settles over her again, smoothing out all her edges and keeping her in the moment.

fuck, comes another thought. it's a good look on him.

she's powerless, really, in the face of that, to do anything but let him continue to fucking tease her, let him try his own efforts at pulling down her leggings. except —

she bursts into small titters of unrestrained laughter when he gets stuck and catches her eye. it's not at him (except it kind of is), and —]

I'll break both of Diane's arms, [she pronounces on a breath, still laughing.] And when she can't defend herself, I'll go to that stupid fucking mud pit and throw mud at her until she lets us have normal clothes back.

[it definitely doesn't sound threatening at all.]