It's... so very much, to see her being unmoored in such a way. Her steady, steady mountain. She licks her lips, as she pulls away, the soft taste of oil, water and skin on her lips.

Her hand drops, cupping to catch water in her hands. Bringing up, she tips them, to splash water over her leg, watching it wash down her legs. Washing away the oil, the faint grit of grains. It leaves her skin smooth, soft, under her touch. Didn't dare to do more. Not right now, working up to - to more of that, as the water rolls off her body. How it burns with the need. That as she works all the way oil. That... that is too much, by itself.

It's too tempting, to not, to stop herself from lowering her head again, sliding her still slightly oiled fingers over the inside of Magni's knees. Bracing herself between them, to kiss her again, this time, a little higher up on the inside of her thigh. Little, barely a little tickle of her breath on damp skin.