And Rosa almost hated herself for the almost desperate-sounding moan that slipped out of her, then, and for the way her whole body seemed to tremble a moment before her hips tilted eagerly forward for more. Her hands abandoned Seivarden's head to clutch to the arms of the chair, her head tilted back as she tried to get a better control over her shallow breathing and the small little grunts and gasps of pleasure.

Clearly, she just had to own it. For being so completely terrible in everything else, Seivarden was actually good...reallygood...at this, and that was fine. There wasn't anything weak about giving into that. She was only human, after all, and, in fact, why shouldn't she just embrace it and get everything she could out of it? Seivarden could probably feel that accepting shift in her again, and her hands returned to her head, and she bit her iip and looked down to watch her at work, thinking that in just a little bit, she'd take over, shift gears, take control of the situation in her own way...

...maybe in a little bit longer...

...mmm, soon. Not yet. She'll get there...

...eventually.