[ A thought surfaces in her brain, as it always does when they're entangled like this - what exactly would Fragaria think of her if they knew just how thoroughly their precious Saintess has fallen? If they knew what kind of warm shudders and needy trembles go through her at his touch and at the realization of just how defiled she's been this time - and how eagerly she'd welcomed it? Would they be horrified or would they simply pity her for allowing herself to surrender like this?

So long as they'd disapprove... either way is fine by her. ]

You sound so proud of yourself. [ She huffs, but it's good natured - and an indirect confirmation that he's absolutely correct. ] If you're going to make this much of a mess every time, I won't bother taking a bath before bed.

[ Her hips shift away from him - just enough for him to sit up, if he wants. She knows it's more than a little dangerous for her to end up in his lap right now when they're both thinking the same thing, but... she thinks they've both regained enough self control now. ]

Can I trust you to come clean yourself up with me before bed? Or are you not satisfied yet?