It certainly seemed as though she were on the right track; her lips and tongue and teeth seemed to be having the desired effect as she continued exploring Aspel's neck and ear. The gasp followed by a low chuckle was particularly gratifying, as was the tightening of the hold at her back. "Well," she responded with a breathy laugh, "the show closes in two and a half weeks, and the dress," is entirely optional, "needn't be a deterrent." Whether such an invitation would be taken or not would be left entirely up to the other woman. Certainly she could find the zipper herself if she wished.
The tiny nip at her neck had her emitting a soft moan of her own, and then Aspel was talking again, indicating her ideas and oh, she had certainly been right to keep her thoughts about her hair to herself. each new location was greeted with a hum of approval; at the last movement of Aspel's hand had her biting her lip to keep from the hum becoming a groan. If only her hand had stopped just a little higher...
"Yes," a tiny bite of her own at the base of Aspel's neck, followed by an equally tiny stroke of her tongue across the same spot, "yes," the arm around Aspel's shoulder moved up, fingers twining through hair, tugging just enough to give herself better access to repeat the action, "and," oh Faram if only it were even higher, "most definitely yes." Her head fell back then, another moan following as Aspel's teeth scraped over her neck once again. "I leave it to your discretion," she managed through the haze of sensation which was beginning to muddle her mind. She wanted so badly to...
The hand tracing patterns on Aspel's chest moved again, this time her fingers stroking feather light across first one breast, then the other, her touch remaining light over the fabric of the tunic, waiting with baited breath to see if such an action might be within the boundaries for the evening before she set into the more thorough exploration she wanted. Hopefully, with the way things were going, so long as she didn't go for the buttons, so long as the unfortunate barrier of fabric remained between her hands and Aspel's skin, such an exploration might be within the realm of possibility.