There's barely anyone in this corner of the park but them, no-one to see the telling signs of arousal but Mako. And she sees them, and feels them mirrored in herself, unconsciously leaning forward, towards him. Her free hand pressed against the ground on top of the blanket, the box of fruit left forgotten next to them.

She's holding her breath, until he laps at her fingers again, and then it's expelled in a shuddery sigh, her teeth pulling at her lower lip.