[It's a good start and Ren slightly tenses when he accidentally brushes over a ticklish spot on her ribs, huffing a small laugh against his lips. All of it is a good start and Ren is openly vocal in her praise. She shifts with him, trying to open herself up as he explores the feeling, shifting arm and twisting into his hands while he discovers.

And it's sweet in a way that so few of her encounters are.

The feeling of his tongue against her neck reminds her of her ever-present lust and in that moment the realisation comes over her that being passive doesn't suit her well. Ren uses the leverage of her leg over his hip to push them both over so that Wayland is flat on his back and she can straddle him in earnest and hover above him to claim his lips properly. But she pulls back, still hovering above him, propped by her forearm beside his head, close enough to brush noses with him.] B'fore we go any further; you say stop 'nd I stop, alright? That's important. No questions asked. No explanations needed. We stop.