Her soft skin was appreciative of his rough palms, too. At least if her shiver was any indication. Though exposed skin also had a way of dragging her back into a 'this is really happening' kind of feeling, which in turn gave rise to a little surge of internal flailing.

But she knew at least one way of combatting that, now.

So in the midst of the kissing, and haltingly, she munbled, "Think you should -- talk, like, more about... tongues." Potentially dirty.