"Only if you will allow me to do the same with our space. A mixture, if you will," he replies, voice equally as playful as hers.
(Part of his heart jumps at the words our space and our environment as it has been so very rare that he has shared space with another in the way that he and Kreyu have found themselves in this situation.)
His attentions switch to her other leg for a moment, as fair is fair.
"As for inspirations...they would have me work to cause you to cry out with ecstasy, your voice echoing my name against these painted walls of this space around us..." he drops his voice in volume and in tone, a little dark. "While it is no secret what goes on within these walls of this building, I would hate to disappoint any of those who might overhear us at this late (early?) hour."
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(Part of his heart jumps at the words our space and our environment as it has been so very rare that he has shared space with another in the way that he and Kreyu have found themselves in this situation.)
His attentions switch to her other leg for a moment, as fair is fair.
"As for inspirations...they would have me work to cause you to cry out with ecstasy, your voice echoing my name against these painted walls of this space around us..." he drops his voice in volume and in tone, a little dark. "While it is no secret what goes on within these walls of this building, I would hate to disappoint any of those who might overhear us at this late (early?) hour."