Melody shifted a little on the bed, lifting herself up so she could have a better view. She was more than close enough for the tongue to intrude on her personal space in more ways than one. Her mouth was slightly open her chest moving with a purpose with breathing that was deep and just a shade too rapid. Her eyes followed the undulating tongue. She seemed to have, for the moment, forgotten the 'don't vanish' litany that she had been, just Mady crested her bed, muttering to herself.