Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
With a pleased hum, a slight huff of air followed. That did feel rather nice. Nothing bad in feeling nice, was there? Just a little, it wouldn't hurt anything, it wouldn't send her into some terrible downward spiral? Right? Right? A low grating, something grumbling and earthy rumbled in the back of her mind. Maybe, for once, he was right. Even if it did feel like giving in, even if it did make her feel terribly nervous it could work, she could make it work if she tried.
A shift of her head, and the smiths neck would stretch out for the bard's attention as the other woman felt the need to give it. It wasn't a terrible burden by any means, the touches still light enough that nothing was being pushed terribly much. Though... Aspel couldn't help but bite at her lower lip, attempting to muffle the moan that rose, at least a little. Was she really this sensitive? Shouldn't years of battle have beaten these sort of responses at tender touches out of her at this point? Or was it simply because she'd locked herself away for so long that even the slightest contact was something she was sensitive to?
Wetting her lips, eyes slipped closed with her head still canted to one side. Something deep down inside of her pulled up what little courage she had, what she could muster, and before Aspel realized it, before she had fully even realized the words that were pouring forth, they were being spoken. "And if I did wish to mark?"