She's shivering like she's cold (but she's not cold, warmth is pouring off her) and babbling like she has forgotten English and one of her hands is in his hair and distractedly clenching there.

+Mm, nice,+ he says happily.

"Mmmhmmmmmm..."

+You are cute and tasty and I love you,+ says Brilliance.

Bella has words in her head, somewhere, she can get them if she really needs them, but her observation that they are both still wearing nonzero amounts of clothes and that this should stop does not require that she be verbal.

It does not, indeed! Brilliance is very much able to get the message without words needing to be involved!

Oh good!

Brilliance likewise feels that words are not completely necessary in order to ask if this, too, means more places he can put his mouth.

It does it does it does. Yes.

Bella is such ice cream.

Bella is the happiest ice cream.

She is, it's great. Brilliance is continually, delightedly amazed by all of the lovely lovely feelings that can be involved in two people finding fun ways to put their bodies together.

"B-brilliance. Ohgod."

+I love the way you say that.+

"Brilliance Brilliance Brilliance," repeats Bella helpfully. "Brilliance -"

That is nice, that is so nice, Bella is such ice cream, he loves her so much. Mmmmmm.

Presently she's shaking like a leaf, and she's got both hands in his hair, and she's trying very hard to say his name but it's not quite coming out entire.

Brilliance is absolutely right! He will also be absolutely right if he thinks the same thing of the bone-deep shuddering that starts a minute later and the fact that Bella manages to complete a word (it's "fuck").

When she can stop shaking Bella hauls on Brilliance's head a little; kisses are the urgently required next thing.

Kisses! Kisses, kisses, cuddly snuggly lovely kind-of-messy kisses. Brilliance is all over it.

"Suggestion" makes it sound like she has words. Bella would like to make a squirm about how to proceed from here.