N-No.

[ It's not true; she does want his hand, almost desperately so, especially with the heat she can feel from where it sits, the heat it's generating in response to Diluc's want; she knows he wants to do it just as much as she wants him to do it— And yet her words hold firm between their lips, even as her hips stutter in frustration against her own fingers. ]

Told... told you... mmn. [ It's hard to even finish a sentence. She swallows hard, parting from the kiss long enough to do so, her breath harsh against his lips as she tries again: ] Told you not to move. That... a-ah, that would be moving. So no...

[ She presses her lips against his again, perhaps an effort to prevent him from arguing against her on it, her movements continuing at a pace far too slow for her own liking, although as she feels him hardening under her touch once more she does allow herself to speed up just a little. ]

Is it... it's okay? Not too much too soon?

[ And then, without even a pause for breath, a gasped-out request, the idea striking her lips before it even settles in her mind: ]

Tell me what you would do. If... If I let you touch.