The touch itself may have been innocent, but it was not without context and K could do no less than take it as a come-on. After all, for Fa, sex was part of a whole-body soothe, wasn't it? Certainly it was something that K had pre-emptively greenlit, even in the golden-lit comfort of their long cuddle.

So she groaned low-throated, grinned out to the world where Fa couldn't see it. She nudged her hips against Fa's soft hand, offering approval and invitation, and where she'd rested one hand on Fa's other hand cast around her, she removed it and went down to undo the button on her pants. Clothing was flavour text, and undressing was window-dressings of the best kind.