Skwisgaar's fingers finally found the skin of her thigh as he let out a low, soft chuckle. Her head rested so delicately on his shoulder and her body responding to his movements made his heart go even faster, and he licked his lips. "You thinks so, hn? I didn'ts even mentions on de facts dats I has one ats de cabins." He smirked, since he knew they hadn't even gotten that far. They were too involved in each other's skin to even notice their surroundings.
For now, however, the Swede slid his hand further up her thigh, his fingers grazing across Lulu's hip, teasing, testing. "Misseds this way too much to tells you." He murmured, as his other hand slid up to cup a breast. He was delighted by every curve of her body, every word she uttered and every sound she let slip even when she didn't want to. She moved so beautifully under him. He realized just then that his surprise about Spira having only one song wasn't for the obvious fact, it was because she moved as if she was led by music every moment of her life. She was graceful and dignified and yet, she was lyrical even when she was chilly.