"After," comes the decidedly unhelpful murmur. Her hands moving over Magni's body, pushing against her skin with the heel of her palm. Later, if they had a bed, she could take her fingers and dig them into Magni's shoulders the way her ladies did for her - but for now, she contents herself with this.

For right now - Magni was going to receive as she so readily, so easily gave. As she moves up, the stroke is more - pointed. Her palms sliding up the inside of Magni's legs, brushing up her thighs, up, up, up: and stops. Part teasing, part working herself up to being so bold. Teasingly close, sliding near, and then moving back again, moving back to her knees.

Hard, hard to keep her eyes in one, modest, place, when there was so much of Magni in front of her, and she certainly - knew she could look at her. But... well, not the only one sheepish.