"Now, please," she managed to whimper. She sat up a bit, taking his hand and raising it to her lips. "You know," she smirked, "I'm starting to think this may not be your first time." Playfully she ran her tongue over the pads of his fingertips.
On second thought, all of the ways she could parry against him were things that could wait. If this happened again, she wanted other tricks up her sleeve. Tactical retreat was called for, but it didn't signify the end of the war.