No, [ breathed out over a laugh as she settles back against the pillows, piled up just so to give her the closest thing to the right angle as possible. it's still not quite exactly what it could be — nothing ever is, no matter how hard she tries to replicate it. nothing is ever quite as right as the weight of him against her body, the heat of his breath against her jaw as he groans her name, the rush of touch and sound and everything else all at once. but she tries, because it's either that or go crazy. ] Not even close.

[ the interruption set her back, anyway. it derailed her fantasy brain, dropped her right off that cliff of pleasure into reality, and though daisy's all too eager to yank him out of that chair and into the bed, she recognizes the challenge he's bouncing back into her court just as well. ]

I never thought you were such a voyeur. [ not a complaint. she considers peeling the shirt off her skin, but there's no denying the way his gaze skims over it, recognition obvious. she'll keep it on for now. ] I might need a little help getting started again, actually.

[ a lift of her brows betrays her intentions. ]

Do you remember when you called me from Paris? All those things you whispered into the phone?

[ tell her again. tell her all the things you've wanted in all the places you've been. if you're going to punish her by not providing them, you'll suffer through thinking of them too. ]