Shannon wraps her fingers gently around Sophy's wrist, nipping her neck lightly, not hard, just rough enough to leave a mark, before she kisses the spot, stroking the fingertips of her free hand delicately down Sophy's neck. Up. Down. A featherlight touch, finally trailing down to Sophy's collarbone. She presses gently, inviting Sophy to lie down.

In Sophy's ear, soft and teasing: "I promise I won't go for your clothes."