When Acting As a Wave

"Mmm...in all honesty, I had hoped you would refuse~..." Gwen meekly whispered with an upbeat tone. As intimately close as the pair were, it seemed as if every exhalation of breath from the engineer could be felt trickling down Gwen's neck. A soothing sensation felt when they weren't already fervently locking lips for what seemed like a blissful eternity.

“…But, as you so fittingly put it so long ago…” Through sheer willpower alone Gwendolyn would step back slightly and put an end to their enveloping embrace, feeling an immediate chill from no longer having Nikolette’s heated frame to lose herself in. “…‘there’s a certain place for such things’...and perhaps surrounded by a bevy of prying eyes and ears may not be the most ideal location.”

Lowering one arm from around Nikolette's neck, Gwen reached behind herself to palm Nik’s bloodied hand gently. She brought it before her with a concerned look on her face upon examining it more thoroughly. A gash that Nikolette probably thought nothing of but one in which Gwen couldn’t help but feel guilty. “...What say we have this looked at, freshen up, and retire to my chateau for the day…”