Oh, well then. She was going to be insensible before much longer if the other woman continued working her up like this, but she couldn't find it in her to mind. She was no longer thinking about how impossibly frustrating it was going to be to have to come down from this, to fall innocently into bed - in a Faram-damned tunic - as though this hadn't happened, as though wasn't glaringly obvious that they both wanted to....
She was already hyper-sensitized; the attention suddenly lavished on her ear, along with the taunting tone that accompanied it, was enough to drag another needy whimper from her lips. She had never explicitly stated the preference, but it seemed that somewhere in their interactions, Aspel had caught on. It was certainly a testament to the fact that they were beginning to understand each other; while Ari had never found issue with taking the initiative, with the current situation as proof of the fact, neither did she prefer to hold it permanently. And there was something so deeply and viscerally thrilling about being overwhelmed with sensation at someone else's hands...
"Quite a lot," she answered in a breathless whisper. Which would, she thought, be more than answer enough.