[What might have been a chuckle turns into a floating sigh with the touch.] Whatever you have a mind to say.
[What she's after is that faint caution he showed her just then, and behind it. The moment when he stops thinking and is just with her. Which side of him will emerge then?]
[Her fingers weave through his dark hair, damp and slick, focused and decisive. In that one motion the patient, entreating woman is gone and she has smoothly divested him of the lead and set her own stage. Her parted lips first find his jaw, savoring her way down his throat. She's every bit as attentive as their last encounter but there's something charged in her now, lacking her former playfulness, as if what she'd shown him until now was a diluted version of herself. Now fully saturated, she aims to submerge him entirely. And being Lacus, it would take a fool to doubt that she could.]
[All of her moves, lazy but sharp, pinpoint on every nerve. Free hand sliding down his abdomen, fingertips grazing low. She'll see how long before his words reveal more than he intends.]