[She doesn't mean to arch up into his hand as it travels, her breath growing hot, her pulse quickening, and she opens her eyes to meet his, only to regret it when the contact of his fingers over the lace makes her huff out a soft, longing moan.]
... Yes.
[Her eyes flutter up at him, wide and round and pleading.]
no subject
... Yes.
[Her eyes flutter up at him, wide and round and pleading.]
Is it working?