The pout, also, very good, the little purse of lips she was very fond of. She couldn't be expected to deny such a very good request. She was already showing tremendous restraint, she thought. Had to be, still mindful of Elsa's leg, but there was a certain thrill at the restraint, at holding back, at building up.

"Very well," she said, leaning in. "Like..." She kissed her, mouth opening, tongue brushing Elsa's lip, and thought very hard about whether a broken leg meant no straddling someone.