Is that a threat or a promise? ( The way she poses the question is telling: though breathy and husky with want, her voice holds much amusement, as well. Surging forward, she gives a healthy nip to his lower lip and squeezes her hips down firmly against his. Then she cants her head to whisper in his ear: ) Please do let it be both. Then I shall doubly look forward to that time, whenever it should come.

( Implying, naturally, that it won't occur for a while. Elizabeth is still new to many things, as he, himself is now keenly aware, but teasing is not one of them. In that, both of them have met their match, it seems. Her nostrils flare as she inhales sharply, and a strong shudder rolls down along the length of her spine.

Those hands are skilled, all right. And he has found somewhere she is particularly sensitive. Not the most surprising of places, perhaps, but all the same; the rocking of her hips becomes more urgent, nearly erratic. And in that moment, she grins down at him, her expression alight. )

I believe you are thinking of a nymph, or a siren. Not an imp, then. Fortunately for me.

( She does make a soft, keening sort of whimper, and finally, at last; she tugs at the fastenings of his breeches to relive the pressure they have placed upon him. Her breath is hot against the shell of his ear as she shifts her free hand to help its mate push his pants down to his knees. )

Indeed? Should I test this theory? ( She does not wait to hear his reply, as she is already arching her hips downward to press against him again, smearing his skin with the dampness of her. In this moment, she cannot care less. )