like muchi's tail, you're welcome

[ She spreads her fingers pointedly and wide against his stomach as she leans forward and into him, against him. So close she could ghost her lips over his now. She does in locking violet eyes with grey, her eyes half lidded in that moment but sharp with a hunger that might have consumed a lesser being outright. She's used to this, though, to exercising so much restraint between them and it serves her well in this moment if his expression is any indication for all that she wants to break and devour him here and now. To express through her actions so many things good and well beyond the capability of words. ]

You sayin' you could keep your hands off me for that long?

[ A single hand resumes its descent as she voices that question, intent on snagging the rim of his pants with a finger. ]