"Oh, not beg, necessarily," Fiona assured, smirking, though she was panting lightly herself with the effort of restraint. Her tail lashed back and forth, betraying the control she held over the rest of her body.
She dipped down to kiss his collar lightly. "Just...ask...nicely." Between every word, she allowed her kisses to drift up to his jaw, his cheek, then just barely against the corner of his mouth. One hand braced beside his shoulder, while the other traveled teasingly lower.