Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
A hitch of her breath would be earned at the kiss below her ear. "Mm." The noise - while normally easy, low and passive - seemed more brief, a bit of repressed control behind it this time. "And if I cross on accident, you shall let me know, correct?" There was the faintest hint of worry there but also a... bit of a queerly held off eagerness. The smith had a hard time imagining she would particularly hurt the other woman, not in a manner that, she assumed, Ari had meant at the very least. She'd never been much of a sadist.
The smith's hand slipped down from the other woman's shoulder blades, fingers trailing with a bit of pressure, but nothing too hard before coming to rest at Ari's lower back. The hand would shift, palm being pressed against the area firmly, but not hard.
With another hard swallow, and allowing her head to remain off to the side for Ari's personal entertainment, Aspel attempted to speak, finding words a bit difficult considering all. "Where- Where are the costume lines?"