[Oh, she notes that reaction with a smile, teeth flashing out to graze not precisely the position of his stigmata, but close. This is a side of herself that Lacus doesn't usually indulge, sleek and avaricious, intense enough that she isn't coy in the slightest about how his fingers effect her. Her reaction to his touch is a low, keening sound, uninhibited yet understated, and her hips rolling in harmony, inner muscles tensing.]
Days? [Her tongue flickers over his throat, testing.] Would you keep me for so long?
[Her wording is as probative, as deliberately incisive, as the thorough and lavish attention her mouth provides his neck, and below with her fingers as they venture down. She uses the water to her advantage, gliding over his skin, smooth as silk.]