Right now isn't an unwelcome suggestion, only unachievable. Derrica understands this, laughing softly against his mouth before she lifts and then realigns herself against him with a deep inhale that tapers into a sigh.

"Another day," she agrees. The pressure of her fingers at the base of his horn lifts away as her hands return to his shoulders, slide up along the nape of his neck to toy with the curling locks of hair there. "Do you want me to go?"

A very carefully posed question.

Her habit is to collect herself, leave directly. It has felt more necessary to establish such a boundary, so as not to create expectation where there should not be one.

But is that necessary with Loxley?