She was wondering for a few moments whether Aspel might change her mind, then... lips and teeth began to torment the skin just under her shoulder blade, the insistence just at the edge of pain, and she let her eyes close and her lips fall open on a shaky release of breath. The other woman was quite thorough in her attentions; it seemed she wished the mark to remain for a good, long while. A reminder, Ari thought, and its own sort of promise of someday.
Aspel had confirmed her statement of when, not if.
She turned her head again, craning her neck to see the result, her lips curving slightly up at the edges. "You have given the costumers and hairdressers something to talk about," she murmured. Her dress would cover it, but the several layers of outdated undergarments she wore beneath would not.
She turned as much as she could, with Aspel's weight still partially on her, taking care that her unzipped dress did not simply slip down as she did so, until she rested sideways, propped up on one elbow, her free hand reaching out to once again cup Aspel's cheek in an effort to bring her face close for one more kiss. Perhaps the boundary was coming soon - perhaps it had already come - but until she was told so in so many words, until she had to get off this couch and right her clothing, she intended fully to indulge what desires she could.