[That nonverbal reminder makes her shiver, and she almost loses track of her thoughts. She's consumed with the taste and feel of him, and she finds herself wanting more. But she can be patient, at least for a little while. Her good mood makes her playful, and that turns into a smile as she gives a little tug to his lower lip with her teeth.]

Let's play rock, paper, scissors. If I get best two out of three, you have to watch me come first before you can touch me or anything. And if you win...

[She pauses, leaning back enough that he can see her arched eyebrows. Since she's already tipping away, she might as well pull out of his hold completely so she can turn on the tub. That needs to fill up before they can get in. ]

What would you want to win, babe?