[ She's not sure exactly what he's planning, her mind still stuck on the ridiculous image of the water frozen around her and locking her in place, petulant pout and all. But she likes the feel of him against her back, and the hands warm from the bath and yet more from holding a hot teacupβ
βShe gasps, though, the sharp unbidden sound perhaps the loudest she's made all night, a wordless answer to his question as tiny crystals of ice form where his thumbs trail over her nipples, sensitive at the best of times and yet now sharpening and pebbling abruptly under the assault. A softer sound finds her lips, something akin to a whine, and her head turns to try to find a spot to nestle into his throat, breath short on her tongue. ]
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βShe gasps, though, the sharp unbidden sound perhaps the loudest she's made all night, a wordless answer to his question as tiny crystals of ice form where his thumbs trail over her nipples, sensitive at the best of times and yet now sharpening and pebbling abruptly under the assault. A softer sound finds her lips, something akin to a whine, and her head turns to try to find a spot to nestle into his throat, breath short on her tongue. ]
Oh, certainly not unlucky, Your Grace. Mn.