( Nico's exhale is a warm, giddy thing, and she gives Hubert's thigh a gentle squeeze before moving herself over his lap. She doesn't push the moment too far: it's relatively obvious that she's made sure to settle herself on his thighs as opposed to higher up his lap, allowing just enough space between them to save Hubert from having to even think about ... well. Anything else. It does, however, ruck her skirts just a little way up her thighs — although she's still more covered than she was when she was swanning around in her shorts.

Go figure. )

... Is there anythin' you want?

( Her palms slide back up the warm of his chest. One hand keeps going, curves over his shoulder to sink into the hair at the back of his head, while the other tilts his face towards hers so she can take his lips in another kiss. )

I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to get to do it all my way, but ...

( Another kiss, a little deeper this time. )

I dunno what I'm sayin'. I guess I just — it's okay for you to want to try somethin' too, 'kay?