She had planned to leave it at that. Go back to give his spike some more attention, suggest he continue down to her valve himself... But at his reaction, Elita's hand on his spike stilled.
She squeezed thoughtfully, cataloguing the reactions she was drawing from him, and maybe it was just as well he had his face hidden from seeing her expression, as Elita's smile was rather... wicked.
"Yes, Optimus?" she murmured even as her hand slid down again, faint static having been created from the friction, causing a crackle as she let her hand slide lingeringly from the base of the spike and rested her fingers around the rim of his valve again.
She kept her fingers there, rubbing in tiny circles for a few moments and then pushed two fingers just past the rim and slid around the inside.
"Would you like to do the same to me?" Whispering into his closest audial, she withdrew her fingers again, resting them at the base of his spike.
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Date: 2012-07-12 08:24 pm (UTC)She squeezed thoughtfully, cataloguing the reactions she was drawing from him, and maybe it was just as well he had his face hidden from seeing her expression, as Elita's smile was rather... wicked.
"Yes, Optimus?" she murmured even as her hand slid down again, faint static having been created from the friction, causing a crackle as she let her hand slide lingeringly from the base of the spike and rested her fingers around the rim of his valve again.
She kept her fingers there, rubbing in tiny circles for a few moments and then pushed two fingers just past the rim and slid around the inside.
"Would you like to do the same to me?" Whispering into his closest audial, she withdrew her fingers again, resting them at the base of his spike.