"Then all you have to do is remember your training and force your toe to wiggle so we can get the pussy wagon on the road." Somehow, she manages to say that with a completely straight face, leaning a little more firmly so their temples press together enough that her new head bump stings in protest.

Of course, as soon as the words come out of her mouth she realizes that it probably sounds a lot worse than she meant it to. She's managed to make herself blush, and she hastily clears her throat as she turns her thumb so her fingernail is pressing against his wrist. If it's just pressure, it won't bother him.

"You know what I mean." Please know what she means.