So obedient, she thought delightedly. Those fingers against her laces sent a thrill through her entire body, and Merlin if she didn’t want to simply drag him up to the chaise with her and jump his bones, to hell with the art of seduction. But that would make things end far too quickly, and Soph hoped to squeeze from this moment every last drop.

Tempting though his lips were, the action felt oddly more intimate than what they were doing now. (No doubt they would, eventually, but this all felt far more urgent.) She moved expectantly for him to take a seat behind her, and hummed in assent as she felt the shoulder of her dress slip down. The room was a comfortable temperature, if not a bit warm, yet goosebumps came over the tops of her arms exposed to the air all the same.

A yearning need for more touch dropped her head back gently against his chest. Sophia wiggled in his grasp to help herself from the trappings of her dress, while tilting her head to her left shoulder to expose a bit more of her neck and suggest where he might focus his attention next. If her left hand darted back to grab his thigh for balance when he reached for her breast, fingers digging sharply into the shape of his muscle there, she didn’t mean to. She was simply coming undone.

Jacob.
It was fortunate that Ozymandias was behind her, to not see the grimace that came over her face at the intrusive thought. What the hell - why did the thought of him occur to her now, of all damn times? It shook her off the pleasure of the present moment, but Sophia was determined to not let it get in the way. The interruption afforded her enough sense to come out from her lustful haze and make a quick gesture of her hand towards the door, at least. The lights dimmed slightly with her movement (she’s a very visual one, and still intended to see every detail), while the door’s lock gave a pronounced click. It served to speak her mind cleary: please continue.

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