But I do, her hesitation says, just like the look on her face. The gentle reassurance makes her bite her lip unexpectedly; it almost, almost smothers her desire to be rough with him at all, but she manages to snap back up quickly enough that it doesn't die off completely.

Irhya breathes in to say something in return, then changes her mind, at least for now. Pressing herself up against him, she lets her face fall into the crook of his shoulder and inhales his scent, tainted by ice and river water though it is.

"I'm really going to kick your arse one of these days," she growls, pinning his shoulder in place while her hand ventures towards his lower half, teeth sneaking out to scrape at his skin. "You can't just talk like that to me while I'm trying to put on a show!"

Suddenly, gravity shifts, and she moves him sideways so that he's lying down flat on his back, with her sitting astride his hips. The hand that isn't toying with the notion of curling around him below comes to brush a thumb across his lips, then starts to prod with her first two fingers to try and insist them into his mouth.

"So you know what? No more talking."