"Oh, of course," Elsa murmurs. Jessica has an excellent point there. "As you wish." She runs her hands along Jessica's sides, up and over her breasts, to curl in her collar, tugging her back for another kiss before she starts on her buttons. She never had much of an inclination toward sex when she was younger, never thought about it very much before Jessica. But that was before. Now there are times when it's damn near irresistible.