The smile was clear, even with her mouth preoccupied. A hum of enjoyment escaped her as her tongue traced the movement of her mouth. He'd taken a risk for her, reaching out to her mother... taking the blame for her not wanting to dance. That coupled with the time they'd spent apart, she just couldn't resist herself.
When she pulled away for a breath, her eyes looked up to Rigs, a hand continued where her mouth left off. "I want you." She said, putting a hand on the couch, she pushed herself up, standing over him, her small chest in his face.