It had been on the itinerary today, seeing as I haven't gone poking around inside your head very much. [ she informs him as she sets the saber back down, making sure it's out of his reach. Does she think he'd actually try for it if he had half a chance? Not really, but why risk it.

Continuing to stroke him, she leans down again and kisses him hard, neither expecting or particularly caring if he reciprocates. Although she does quicken the pace of her hand, feeling slightly impatient to get on with it. ]

I do wonder which you would hate more, being made to want me or to enjoy the torture.

[ After a few moments more she shifts her hips, settling herself over him so she can guide him inside with her hand. She's wet but there's still a slight burn from the stretch and she sucks in a breath only to exhale in a quiet groan, rocking her hips against his and savoring that slight edge of pain. ]