She whines unrepentantly as she's moved. Dragged up her legs and into her lap so closely, arching her back appreciatively. Feverishly dazed, eyes blown wine like she'd drunk deeply of her cups at dinner. Madly in love and demanding as she was, when she was not constrained by title, by eyes and position.

And to that - that boldness is unrestrained too. "I want you to show me," her lips full, breathless shared words. "I've don't know how to touch myself. You have to show me. Make me feel like that again, until I'm sobbing again."