[At her own emphasis, she lifts her knees onto the bed on either side of him, effectively sitting herself on his lap. A blooming sensation of want comes through the link, which had been peaceful and quiet up until just a few moments ago; it's as enthusiastic a consent as any.
Her fingers curl into the back of his shirt, and she runs a feline graze of her lips along the side of his neck, as though only taking stock of her quarry for now. He can probably hear her grinning possessively into his skin as she speaks.]
no subject
[At her own emphasis, she lifts her knees onto the bed on either side of him, effectively sitting herself on his lap. A blooming sensation of want comes through the link, which had been peaceful and quiet up until just a few moments ago; it's as enthusiastic a consent as any.
Her fingers curl into the back of his shirt, and she runs a feline graze of her lips along the side of his neck, as though only taking stock of her quarry for now. He can probably hear her grinning possessively into his skin as she speaks.]
How kind of you to sweep me off my feet, though.