[ There's another little swallow from Red. She's not backing down now, not about to let herself get scared away. It's a little flustering, sure, but - she's not a blushing virgin, is she? She can handle this. Or at least that's what she tells herself, even as her temper roils a little seeing just how smug this new partner of hers is. Her arm loops around her middle in a light hold, steadying her atop her thigh. There's the brush of warm breath against her ear and it sends another jolt up her spine. Even if it also makes her think of another face and another place. She snaps herself back to the present after a moment, that question lingering between them. ]

Hardly. Not like I've never done this before-

[ God, she smells good.

Not that she wants to linger on that, but-

She doesn't quite whine, but she exhales in a low, soft little sound as Coquelic grinds down against her thigh. It's slow and steady and it makes her skin prickle with gooseflesh. A rush of heat and want and desire that settles in her belly in an uncomfortable sort of tension. There are so many pairs of staring eye and a part of her wants to flee from this. But she can't, can she? Instead her hand settles on the small of her back, guides Coquelic through that slow grind and only then does her breath escape her again. Her skin is flushed and she has to lean forward to reach for the dice. ]

You're staying in my lap, huh?

[ She rolls before she can answer.

Finger thigh.

There's a pause. A distinct pause. And then her other hand lifts and settles on Coquelic's knee, taking a moment before the plunge. ]

And I'm guessing you're not going to want to stop.