[ Her shoulders hunch from the sudden breeze from his vents, then she shivers at the sensations that follow. She's beginning to realize some things in life can feel just as good as sex, if not better. Being taken care of in such an intimate way is making her toes curl just as hard.

Moving to wash her stomach is the last unintentional push. Her back rests against him, her head soon following. She's too far gone in her heaven to notice how close he's getting to touching what she intended to use as punishment. In fact, it's only encouraging her to press further into him. ]

Where there's a will, there's a way? [ She laughs to herself. ] Like, are you implying you'd still try to do things with me the way you are now? How naughty~

[ Look, she may be on cloud nine, but the brat never dies, even if she's saying things that'd make her red in the face any other time. But if it'd make her feel special in another way... ]

If it sucks looking down so much, you have my blanket permission to pick me up from now on. Wouldn't want you breaking your neck, old man~

[ That gives her pause. Old? Man? Do either of those apply? Probably not. Her eyes open, and she peers up again. ]

"Old man" probably doesn't work for you, does it? I guess I never thought to ask about that, since I don't care much about it...

[ She's just happy to be here, sharing another intimate moment. With a...a friend. ]