Jason lay next to Marinette beneath the blanket, contemplating the repercussions of his choice. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, sensing the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightdress, which had shifted slightly during her earlier movements.
Blushing slightly for the first time ever, he thought to himself:
'Wow... It's even softer than the others.'
At first, she remained still, still under the influence of the alcohol they had shared earlier. His fingers traced upward along her leg as he lifted the hem of the dress higher to reveal more of her smooth skin. He moved closer to her and let his hand slide between her thighs, brushing against the soft cotton of her underwear.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes stayed closed. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Jason hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and gently pulled them down, sliding them off her legs until they rested at her ankles.
