[The hand that was working to undo Baiken's clothes paused in their approach as that hand snatched her wrist.]

Ah-- [She relented, releasing the bit of clothing she had wrapped in her fingers. And instead ran her fingers through the womans long, wild hair as it flowed down around them while resting the other on the woman's shoulder when she let's go.]

...If that's what you want, Liefde. [She sighed and nodded, eyes meeting eyes in understanding and lust and need. Anri leaned in to give Baiken's forehead a peck before slowly working down her face. kissing the corners of her lips. The weight of her body leaning into the other. She was sure there was a reason for why the woman didn't want to show her body, and that was fine... at least a little anyway. She had to remind herself this was only temporary for a moment.

There was another kiss along Baiken's jaw. A nip to her neck followed by a suckle.]

Love me then... take me how you want... Flanders is yours-- Wallonia is yours.... All of it. All of me. Just for tonight. [It was something she was used to. And her words were spoken low, in a husky, cooing tone as she pressed in close again.]