[ The colour that begins to spread across Rahu's exposed skin is akin to watercolours taking to fresh canvas. It's captivating to watch, a show in and of itself that she'd like to watch more of - something that she can't help but think that Rahu is open to if her answer is any indication. 

Whatever teasing that Hilda had planned to do is quickly cut short, her breath hitching in her chest as Rahu's knee presses up into her. The pressure has her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as want surges through her, hips grinding slightly in time with each word. ] 

Compromised. Right. 

[ They have been, haven't they? Why else would she feel this warm? Why else would she feel this intoxicated not even having tasted Rahu's lips? But does it really matter in right now? Rahu's silent invitation and verbal promise of what's to come is all she can think about. Hilda's hands do wander, brushing against the fabric covering her breasts, skimming just beneath the swell of them, teasing. A hand comes to gather at the hair of the nape of Rahu's neck to bring her lower so she can nuzzle into that elegant slope of her neck.

Hilda's kisses and playful nip of her teeth punctuate her reply. ]

There's plenty of time to chase me in other ways that don't have to involve running. [ Warm breath pools in the hollow of her collarbone. ] I need you right now.