Where did that shirt get tossed off to? Lasciel didn't care. Samuel should be grateful she didn't just rip it off him. She suspected that neither of them would wear too much around the other; good thing that their association had no dress code.<br/><br/>The sound that came out of her lips at the nip was between a purr and a growl. So he liked it rough, did he? That would work a charm. She ran her nails down his sides in retaliation, hard enough to be exactly halfway between tingling and pain, and slipped backwards, off his lap, to land onto her knees before him. A knowing smile from behind her swinging braids was all the break she gave him before reaching up to free him of his pants.