It feels strange at first, to be touching herself in front of him. She kneads both of her breasts gently, strokes her thumbs lightly across her nipples again and again. It is not too difficult to imagine that he's behind her, that the Skellig she sees through half lidded eyes is a reflection.

"Mhm, Skellig," she moans. "Like your hands on my breasts" She gently 'pinches' her nipples between her fingers and twists them a touch. It DOES feel good, imagining that he's touching her. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment as she rubs a nipple. "Just like that, darling."