[Ah ah, Tyki; Lacus shifts her parted lips to his throat once more, huffing shakily on his skin between insistent nips at the spot where he'd reacted strongest. No distractions for that mouth of yours other than what Lacus provides.] I'll be content with the highlights.
[Below the water's sloshing surface she continues gliding over him in drawn out sweeps of her hips, letting him feel that pulsing from just beneath her skin. That she's enjoying herself is all too obvious, and indeed her movements do quicken and quake as she hits a peak she can't contain, little pleading sounds slipping out between kisses. But she won't be finished until Tyki's stripped of that restraint he has so far shown, open to her in every way.]