Now, Ari wasn't daft, or dense, nor was she without the benefit of experience on her side. Clearly, she wasn't being shouted at, or pulled away from, and that was the only notification she needed that this was acceptable to Emma.
"..More than dancing?" She used Emma's question again, as if to clarify what she had meant with her own inquiry. Of course, all that was secondary when she heard the soft coo leave her lips coupled with that faint squirming. Well, now that was interesting to Ari, very, very interesting.
When she felt the gesture be returned in her direction? Well, that was that. "..Good thing you know what you want.." She mused, her eyes half closed with the warm feelings that were rolling up her sides. She continued the light tough, her fingertips dipping along the flat of her abdomen, idly pinching and twisting at the fabric there, even daring to skirt the pad of her fingertip along the underside of the hem.
And when she felt the touch upon her own skin further? She arched her hip into the hand that danced upon it, rubbing her own skin against Emma's leg, as the blankets had hefted her dress northward.