She strokes him slowly once, twice, grinning against Church's lips before kissing him again. She's got him right where she wants him, and somehow, she's not as bothered as she probably should be that she's just as likely to succumb to his will as he is to hers. It's a new feeling, one she's still getting used to.

"That sounds like a challenge," Saffron murmurs as she strokes him again, still slow and easy, then reaches up with both hands to curl them around his wrists, leaning on them to pin him to the bed. "Challenge accepted."