Melody smiled happily at the squeeze. She actually squeeled a little at the dare Morgan proposed. Was she serious? She watched wide-eyed, fighting to keep her hands away from the suddenly tingly spot she so wanted to rub.<br/><br/>edit: and... ninja'd?<br/><br/>And then Freya was talking washclothes, how frustrating would that be. She could still taste Morgan, got a strange thrill at the very idea of Freya tasting her too. "Tongue," she said shakily. "She means with your tongue."