[ Her stomach flips, does that pleasant drop from arousal, and her eyes widen before falling into a half-hooded, fluttering look. She forgets to breathe beneath Peter's gaze, briefly touches the lacey patterned fabric stretched across her chest. Damnit. And then in a rush with flustered blinking, Claire takes in a shaky breath and doesn't pick up the utensils to eat again. ]
I'm just, I'm going to wash my hands, okay? I'll be right back.
[ As she's saying this, stumbling over the words, Claire is rising from her chair, ready to speedwalk to the restrooms. ]
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[ Her stomach flips, does that pleasant drop from arousal, and her eyes widen before falling into a half-hooded, fluttering look. She forgets to breathe beneath Peter's gaze, briefly touches the lacey patterned fabric stretched across her chest. Damnit. And then in a rush with flustered blinking, Claire takes in a shaky breath and doesn't pick up the utensils to eat again. ]
I'm just, I'm going to wash my hands, okay? I'll be right back.
[ As she's saying this, stumbling over the words, Claire is rising from her chair, ready to speedwalk to the restrooms. ]