Lyn half-grinned, his words promising things she wasn't exactly sure about, but her curiousity was piqued. And when it came to her, it was as good as given she wanted to find out what that meant. A gasp came from her lips as his fingers dug into her bare flesh, already sensitive to his touch. A mixture of veiled pleasure as he surprised the young fae.
She looked up at Xander as he stood over her positioned on the railing. She paid little attention to the rooms and others who could be watching. It was a private thing to her, and really Xander was the only thing she considered, and eyes on it didn't really change that fact. It was what it was, so they could see all they wanted. It didn't phase her.
But he wasn't the only one who was busy. Lyn was carefully unbuttoning his shirt, resisting the desire to just rip it off. She let her fingers linger across his chest, rubbing and brushing fingers over his skin, letting the dust from her own play across the expanse of his torso, letting her nails trail there lightly. She turned her head against his neck as he whispered in her ear, pulling his shirt and letting it fall open.
She brushed her cheek against his face as he nipped at her ear, "You keep doing that and I won't be able to help you," she breathed in response to his request. Her hands moved down his chest muscles and abs and her fingers played across his waistband, tickling just under it, between his pants and skin. She took care of the belt first, letting it hang for a moment as her hands slid over him, feeling for the length of him there through his pants.
Her fingers touched him gently at first and then she unzipped him, kneading gently, even as he teased further. She began to work his pants down when he found that sensitive area, stopping her almost immediately as she groaned against his throat. She lifted her head back to look at him, certain he could tell she was more than ready, feeling it along his fingers. "You are too good to be real," she murmured hardly above a whisper. And as he thrust his finger into her, it illicted another soft gasp, involuntary as it was but conveying her pleasure.