"It does not seem I will forget anytime soon," she said softly, in place of the more daring, I rarely need reminding. She thought of Aspel often these days, perhaps more often than she ought; this would only give her one more reason to do so, likely at inopportune times. But it was thrilling in its way, knowing that mark was there and would remain there for the foreseeable future, hidden under her clothing like a secret.
She smiled as her kiss was answered, the hand on Aspel's cheek traveling again to her hair to tighten slightly between the strands, tug her closer as she shifted her weight further to lie once more on her back. She liked the feeling of Aspel's body against hers, even with the barriers of dress and tunic in the way. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to stroke against Aspel's teasing the kiss a little deeper.
When the slight stroke against the edge of her breast came - over the dress, not under it, despite the fact that it was still gaping in the back and really barely on - she broke the kiss, letting her head drop back onto the arm of the sofa and regarding Aspel's face above her with an expression equal parts amused and hopeful. "You are striving to make certain I get no sleep, I see," she murmured. It would not be the first time, and tonight was... quite a bit more than she had anticipated. The thought of sleeping next to the other woman after this was...
But that was a thought for later, hazy and half-formed. There were more pressing thoughts for now. She looked up, met Aspel's eyes, enjoying the view of flushed skin, swollen lips, bright blue eyes. "If you desire to touch me..." she did not say, I have been wishing you would dare, instead, her final words, very soft, were, "you are welcome to."