[ Rahu’s warm breath on her wrist is indeed noticed, sending a thrill down her spine. Hilda’s lips curl, her finger slowly beginning to trace a line from behind her the woman’s ear, down the length of her neck, her collarbone. They go no further, even though it’s impossible for Hilda’s eyes not to flit to the swell of Rahu’s breasts before going back up to meet grey eyes betraying her thoughts.

She can’t help but wonder what it would be like to press kisses there instead of a longing touch. What would cause the mostly unflappable woman to show her more? Would it be Hilda’s fingers tangled in black locks, her voice pitching and begging for more? Or maybe it would be her mouth adoring the strong, lithe body that stood before her? ] 

Are you this formal all the time? 

[ As much as there is desire brimming in her eyes, there’s amusement there too, a gentle teasing as if whatever had been in that barbecue they’d just shared hadn’t quite yet taken its full effect. Even if that is the case, her voice is certain and low, only for Rahu to hear. ] 

Maybe I don’t want to come back. Maybe I’m curious to see what that means for you and what exactly is on your mind. And maybe I’m hoping that that’s me.