The way his arms have to stretch at somewhat unnatural angles to keep hold of her hands until she's safely on the ground and the discomfort that comes, as it turns out, with bending at the waist without letting the legs join the party tweaks the hell out of his back and shoulders and Jared growls softly to himself in an attempt to stifle a groan of pain, grimacing until she's down and he can relax and stand up again.
"Couldn't if I wanted to, babes," Jared points out, holding up both hands defensively. He doubts that her request is because she's worried about him taking an offensive move toward her and more about her worrying that him moving is going to make the vines start to behave almost like quicksand in that they'll just work harder to keep him in place. He's not entirely sure she'd be wrong if that was where her mind was.
Normally, Jared would be making a joke about her position on her knees in front of him, but given that he'd really like to get the fuck out of here, he bites the insides of his cheeks to stave off the urge to do so. She doesn't seem like she'd think it was funny, anyway, and she'd probably leave him there. He'd deserve it. Jared is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them.
The closer she gets to his groin the more intently Jared tries to think about literally anything but what's going on below his waist. This would be a really fucking inopportune moment to pop an unwelcome boner, after all, and while he's pretty confident that his jeans would've done a good job hiding it, this fucking monkey suit probably wouldn't. Not a hot girl kneeling in front of him, untangling vines from where they've wrapped around his legs and waist straight up like something out of some kind of anime tentacle porn or some shit.
Shrinkage. Jared concentrates on the fact that he's started shivering because they're both soaked to the bone and it's dank and cool in this room. His balls are probably practically grape-sized by now. Maybe the chill is coming from the fear still scratching at the back of his mind after all this, but whatever the source of it, whether physical or psychological, it's got him feeling like he just stepped out of an icy river. Can't get a hard-on when he's fighting shrinkage, right?
Jared is so deep in his own head to make sure that this doesn't get awkward as fuck on them both that he almost misses what Sharra says when he's been freed. "Oh, shit, I don't even care. You can do whatever you want if it means getting me out, babes, I'm good. It's all good. So yeah, let's book it. I'm not staying for round two in this bitch."
He starts to move without her but pauses. "You good?" he asks, offering one hand for her to take since the foliage is still unnaturally thick and he doesn't want to lose her if she doesn't want to potentially be lost.
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"Couldn't if I wanted to, babes," Jared points out, holding up both hands defensively. He doubts that her request is because she's worried about him taking an offensive move toward her and more about her worrying that him moving is going to make the vines start to behave almost like quicksand in that they'll just work harder to keep him in place. He's not entirely sure she'd be wrong if that was where her mind was.
Normally, Jared would be making a joke about her position on her knees in front of him, but given that he'd really like to get the fuck out of here, he bites the insides of his cheeks to stave off the urge to do so. She doesn't seem like she'd think it was funny, anyway, and she'd probably leave him there. He'd deserve it. Jared is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them.
The closer she gets to his groin the more intently Jared tries to think about literally anything but what's going on below his waist. This would be a really fucking inopportune moment to pop an unwelcome boner, after all, and while he's pretty confident that his jeans would've done a good job hiding it, this fucking monkey suit probably wouldn't. Not a hot girl kneeling in front of him, untangling vines from where they've wrapped around his legs and waist straight up like something out of some kind of anime tentacle porn or some shit.
Shrinkage. Jared concentrates on the fact that he's started shivering because they're both soaked to the bone and it's dank and cool in this room. His balls are probably practically grape-sized by now. Maybe the chill is coming from the fear still scratching at the back of his mind after all this, but whatever the source of it, whether physical or psychological, it's got him feeling like he just stepped out of an icy river. Can't get a hard-on when he's fighting shrinkage, right?
Jared is so deep in his own head to make sure that this doesn't get awkward as fuck on them both that he almost misses what Sharra says when he's been freed. "Oh, shit, I don't even care. You can do whatever you want if it means getting me out, babes, I'm good. It's all good. So yeah, let's book it. I'm not staying for round two in this bitch."
He starts to move without her but pauses. "You good?" he asks, offering one hand for her to take since the foliage is still unnaturally thick and he doesn't want to lose her if she doesn't want to potentially be lost.