"B-be that as it may. If you are willing to let me keep going… I think I can give you some more concrete ideas about what is going on in your lower region? Wait, that sounded… just - I'm trying to be entirely detached here, okay? Can you stop wrapping them around my skull like this?!"
Hands waving around as if, with only that, she could stop the *mischievous* tendrils of her partner's spirit from trying to mimic a strong, calloused palm grabbing her head. She eventually gave up and scraped her fingernails along both sides of her husband-wife's hip flexors. Pressing down with just enough purpose, knowing the erogenous potential therein.
The sharp breath that followed was not exceptionally dramatic - a small surprise that was barely anything. But it was still a tiny 'arousal' to the one paying the closest attention to the details.
