[She giggles softly, mouth pressed against the top of his thigh to keep herself quiet. The look on his face was every bit as worthwhile as she'd guessed.]
[Not aiming for speed and with no concern for his daily schedule, Lacus runs her fingers over his legs, hip to knee and back in long, teasing strokes. Her nose nuzzles up his inseam, suggestive enough to hopefully get him in the proper mood.]