[Oh, there they go. They're not expecting the flip, and they yelp as they're turned over. Something about this feels embarrassing, but they can't place why. They reach for Maverick's hand, wrapping their hand around his wrist. It's not quite holding hands, but they're desperate to hold onto him as they prop themself up on their other hand.]
Shit, Maverick.
[Their voice comes out wobbly and distorted, and they let out a breathless laugh.]
Warn someone before you do that.
[They push their hips back against him, choking out a moan.]
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Shit, Maverick.
[Their voice comes out wobbly and distorted, and they let out a breathless laugh.]
Warn someone before you do that.
[They push their hips back against him, choking out a moan.]