Her eyes are so soft, when they look up at her, so aching full of whatever this tremendous thing was. For surely it was so. Surely everyone must know it from looking at them to know it was there. This thing she hardly dared to name between them because it was too much hope.

That even as Magni speaks, Lakshmi goes to hush her, her wrist twisting to press her palm up - to give the relief that Magni's weight between her thighs had given her. Something hard to press back against, to grind recklessly into. That as she presses, she turns, shifting in closer with between her knees, leaning in to kiss every part she could. The words bubbling, half made promises and thoughts of something half as sinful as now is the thought of: "Later."

Because, because, - her fingers crook in, finding the rhythm Magni wants like a harpist found notes, plucking to hear the soft sounds Magni made, and like any good performance - "I want to watch you."