The month of inactivity had caused some softness to land itself onto her hips and thighs, though not nearly enough for it to be noticeable to anyone but herself. While not the long limbs of some of her taller friends, Fallon's legs were otherwise largely muscular and toned, her calves having firm definition to them. Years of physical work didn't allow for extra weight to exist for long, even when she ate as well as Malou's cooking.

Any disappointment she felt about him not removing his trousers vanished as her eyes raked over his chest. Small pink scars she hadn't noticed last time were only barely distinguishable in this light, from a rake maybe? Jesse had blamed farm equipment for his many injuries and these markings were undoubtedly trailed down in a straight line. Fallon gently smoothed over each healing scar. His wounds could've been so much worse.

Jesse had other plans it seemed than dwelling on his injuries. Fallon's concerned gaze turned questioning as he kissed her legs. He had surprised her last time with his use of fingers, but surely he didn't intend to follow with his mouth. She reached for whatever expanse of him she could, her hand landing just above his knee, her eyes wide with anticipation.