She made a murmur of pleasure as their skin finally made contact - his callused fingertips against her soft skin dragged roughly against her. She whimpered softly into their shared kiss when his fingertips lightly brushed against the undersides of her breasts, bound underneath her top. And the soft whimper became a catch in the throat, then a soft moan against his lips when he rubbed his other fingers firmly against her dampened sex, making a rush of heat flood her senses.<br/><br/>"Maybe... just a little difficult," she managed thickly. He was quite different than he seemed - the surety with which he moved, that sheer confidence, thrilled Lhurriel inside, making her shiver at his teasing words. "What's wrong with being a beautiful thief? You'd be the first to complain, you know," she murmured into his ear, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his jawline, just behind his ear, then making her way down his neck languidly.<br/><br/>She slid closer to him, chuckling as the cloth between her sex and his hand grew ever damper, and shifted so that she was kneeling precariously on the sides of his chair. Her hands slid around and up - one around his waist, the other up to spear her fingers in his hair. "Do I need to show you that you have nothing to complain about?"