"Good." And it was - better than good, really, with these insistent kisses quickening her breath and her heartbeat. She couldn't apologize if she tried. She had suspected, since the night of her birthday, that Aspel as a lover would be worth some additional patience - and frustration - on her part. Tonight's events only cemented her belief in this, although she could not help yearning for "someday" to come soon, before she entirely lost her mind wishing for...
She did not suppress the next moan, when the rather sharp bite at her neck came - oh, even if there was a mark, she couldn't bring herself to care now - and her hand on Aspel's hip continued its stroking. This, she thought, was where she should leave her mark. Someday wasn't soon enough to suit her; imagining placing her lips and teeth there, how Aspel was bound to react to such an action, was enough to wrench another groan from her. It was perhaps fortunate that the other woman had expressed a preference for her to be vocal; she could keep quiet when necessary, but it was a skill that required some thought, and her thoughts were better spared on other things.
"On?" she asked, letting her head fall back and to the side so that Aspel might have easier access to her neck. It was, of course, a game regardless; any struggle between them had a predetermined outcome, but as much as she wanted to lose, she was more than willing to play, especially if it extended the encounter. "I am... more than happy to indulge you." In so very many things, some of which were entirely confounding and others the offer of which would certainly not be accepted at this point.