She doesn't look up, but the - word deserves a response. So she doesn't say anything, but when Magni mumbles the sorry shortly afterwards, she turns her head in the line of kisses, and there, just there, halfway up her thigh, she presses her teeth in an exact, slow pleasure. In and in and in.

Then she moves away, kisses a little lower, following her adoring bath, a little more meandering, now. Finding new places, a sort of discovery of a new place.

And when her mouth stops, dangerously close, but not too much further, unwanting to be go too further when she doesn't know what she wants to do, only a sure, that it feels like a kiss. Lakshmi lifts a hand from where it braces her. Soft with oil and lifts...

Lakshmi touches to her, intimately, mimicking, mapping, and slowly drags her fingers over Magni's heat. Feels how warm she was, as Lakshmi had been, and feels a relief to know that they both burned. Better than words, for this is knowing as gently, slowly, she eases her fingers into Magni, the same way. Just her first fingers. Looking up to see how - how it was, that she was liking it. That it was as it had been for Lakshmi.