Just a little something that I once wished you would do to me.

[francel never edges into territory that might be anywhere near uncomfortable — but he continues stepping on aymeric, grinding his heel where warranted. sometimes he stops to dip his feet in the water to keep everything warm. his smile has gone from shy and sweet to mischievous.]

Aymeric, my love... is it wrong that I rather like the feeling of having you beneath me?