[The gentle haze of kisses blending into each other sharpens into focus at the swipe of his thumb at the small of her back, and she wonders--

Well. She wonders a lot of things.

She releases the kiss, pulls back a little, though not far enough to have to stop fingercombing against his scalp. Puts on an expression she hopes looks like anything but dazed]

That...works as an incentive.

[She's far too breathless for this to even kind of sound offhand, and she licks kiss-bruised lips, considering what she should do, and what she wants to do.]

A-anyways. That...still what you want? ...Master.