<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)</div><br/>She returns the kiss that Imre gives her, a soft sound from the back of her throat like a kitten's 'mew' coming involuntarily, so that when he continues to speak, she covers her mouth in a bit of embarrassment with the back of her hand, looking up into his eyes with her own blue ones with a slightly ashamed kind of surprise-- and enjoyment-- glimmering there.  She then returns his kiss again, slipping one hand under his arm to cup his shoulder, the other encircling his head to draw him closer.  His touch to her hips feels good-- like a dance, almost-- and though she's sure he can feel her hip-bones, she's not self-conscious about her 'skinniness', per say... she's always been slight, but she is healthy enough, and there's a bit of curve to her, defining her as feminine and womanly despite the girlishness of her frame.<br/><br/>Pausing to appreciate his eyes as she draws her fingertips along his shoulder, neck, and jaw, she lightly bites her lower lip.  In response to his question, she gives a soft little shrug-- he can feel the brush of flesh and lace against his belly and chest as she presses close, touches the dimple in his chin, and her expression turns to a sultry smile.  "I've an idea or two."  Reaffirming her grip on his back, her hand strokes his skin and muscle as her other trails down his chin and neck, traversing the crevice of his chest and abs, then pauses for the briefest moment at his fly.  She grips his belt, gives it a firm tug to loosen it, then unfastens and lets it fall open-- savoring the soft clink of metal and the resistance of leather against her hand.  The fly of his jeans is her next target, first to unbutton and then unzip, then to explore at the waist of his pants all the way around to the top of his ass, sliding her slender fingers along the inside of the fabric.  It's as if by accident that she loosens his hips from his pants in the process, hoping to free him of them from the waist down.<br/><br/>At far less than his height and mass, she has no power over him physically, but she presses close and gives him a nudge toward the bed, encouraging him-- tugging gently-- to lie upon his back and let her "do the work".