Jean takes their moment, comes back with the coffee. Nearly drops the coffee. It is at this point that I need you to envision a version of this icon that's just their eyes vibrating at high speeds.

Carefully. Very carefully. They set the cups down, and walk softly closer to Pomni. Jean is prone to overthinking at most times but right now almost no thoughts are going through their head and the ones that are making it past the pounding of their heart are all about Pomni. Amazingly, not all of them are lust. Is she...?

They brush Pomni's thigh with their fingertips, gliding down her skin, contact so very faint. "You're comfortable?" Jean asks, voice thick with...need.