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Tension returned to the female's form when she stood, and by now, Bruges was able to diagnose the cause as an unwillingness to let go of control. With this in mind, Bruges made sure to steer clear of making demands, or seeming as though he was in any way going to put her second; instead, he wanted to get her into the mindset that he was there to please her, for her to take advantage of him. He was merely a willing subject, eager to please her and indulge her desires. So as she worked her way along his spine, he returned the gestures, leaning gently against her with one of his lean shoulders, enjoying the feeling and returning it with tender gestures. 

The look she gave him was watchful but inviting, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had done this before. She had to be somewhere around Niamh's age, he guessed, and he changed his mind about her tension- maybe she was nervous. All he could do then, was remain calm and attentive, and not push things too fast. He didn't want her to feel as though she couldn't regain control at any moment, when she asked for it. Given the position he'd need to get himself into, he'd need her to not only want him there, but to trust him there too. 

So to her pleading gaze, he uttered a crooning note, and nibbled at the fur at the very end of her spine, imploring her with a moan, as he tested the waters, leaning his shoulders against her hip. He placed his chin atop her hips and gazed at her, then, preening the fur at her flank with a featherlight touch, hoping he wouldn't need to ask again.