"Well," Keyuri's tongue pressed against her top teeth as she let the word lengthen with an air of mischief, her short fingernails catching lightly at his shirt as she drew her fingers slow up his back. "I did get you a cake - ice cream and chocolate and coffee and crunch, but we can always have it after."
She leant herself back in his lap just enough to slide her hands down from his shoulders to draw him in lines at her fingertips. Splayed wide over his chest, danced down over his stomach, slipping down just a little bit more until her fingertips dipped under the hem of his pants and she hooked her fingers there. "Or between." As good as that cake had sounded and as much as she adored the taste of chocolate and coffee on her tongue, there was a warmth to her cheeks and a curl of lust in her belly that told her that she could certainly wait for cake for a little while longer. "Me, then cake?"