Hestia couldn't help the slight groan that escaped her lips as Viktor's hand slid from her waist to her thigh. She craved his touch, that was her weakness. Her body was warm, and she felt that familiar feeling of need low in her stomach whenever she got this close to Viktor. It was impossible for her to deny.
"Why don't you try? If only for the sake of research," she said with a smile as she tilted her head to the side, offering her neck to him. She wasn't sure if she'd ever seen that look in his eye when he asked his question. Hestia bit her lip. It wasn't often that he was this playful, but then it wasn't often his birthday. One of her hands slipped from his neck, pressing down his side to feel the subtle contours of his body until she found where his shirt was neatly tucked into his trousers. With deft fingers, she untucked it a bit and slipped her fingers inside to trace small circles against the skin she found there.