Private tour for asorceress

[allbedestroyed]

There's no better sign that a date went well than organising another before it's even finished. Generally that's the theory, anyway. Given that this could just be Yennefer's way of getting onto the island to see dinosaurs with a private tour, maybe she's just able to put up with the head warden. He doubts it though. He's seen what Yennefer can do. If she wanted to wander around the island she wouldn't need him to do it. Besides, he really had enjoyed their time together, and it seemed like Yennefer had as well.

This seems like a natural progression. Not only did she get to see him in his natural environment (work), but there's the thrill of infiltration along with this, too. Luckily the park isn't fully set up yet, and Muldoon knows the island like the back of his hand. He's spent plenty of time looking at their security blind spots, because he has to cover them manually, so she has no better guide around the island than him. Between his knowledge and her spells, they should manage to have a thoroughly successful trip.

Just like last time, Muldoon is waiting by a jeep. He'd given her instructions on where to meet him. It was a nice, secluded spot not too far from the docks. It helps with his backup story in case Yennefer's presence is noticed. This time he's wearing his uniform, full khaki and not dissimilar from what he wore on their last date. The most notable differences are the pistol on his hip and the ID badge on his pocket. At least nobody could mistake him for someone else.

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[asorceress]

He doesn't look quite at home relaxing on the couch, but that makes sense - he's typically always on the move. She wonders briefly if he's ever sat here for more than the time it takes to look over the day's schedule. Perhaps she'll have to convince him at some point to watch a movie with her.

"I'd miss being able to wander as well," she responds with a brief glance out one of the windows. For all that this island offered - which was quite a lot in terms of beautiful landscape and previously extinct animal species to study (which she thinks she could do for hours, truly); it was still an island. There were only so many places one could wander, or hide away if they chose to.

She nods in agreement at the bar comment. "With a job like this, somewhere to decompress is essential. Though I sincerely doubt your boss would sign off on a place that readily serves alcohol on an island populated with dinosaurs," she remarks with a small smirk. "No telling how wild your group of wardens might get after a particularly stressful day." Said teasingly. Though, it's probably not terribly far off from the truth, she thinks.

She takes another sip of wine, studying the dark, almost purple hue of it. "The last time you drank about half the bottle of this," she starts, a spark of amusement in her eyes as she gazes at him, "did you actually enjoy the taste? I'm curious. I've been tinkering with the flavor profile, in addition to enchanting it's potency." Live to be almost a hundred years old and you tend to pick up a few hobbies, wine making had been one of them.

[allbedestroyed]

For someone who grew up with a savannah as a back yard, an island is unexpectedly stifling. He's never spent this much time on one before and it's been an adjustment. Trying to satiate his need to explore has ensured he knows the island like the back of his hand, at least.

"I'm sure he will. For the visitors." Irritating as it is, Muldoon knows where Hammond's priorities lie. Guests will always be put before employees or animals. "I set up a makeshift shooting range for myself originally, but it's the most popular spot for my team after a hard day. A bar might be preferable to that."

His brow lifts in surprise at her question, and the revelation behind it. He'd thought she'd simply enchanted it, not made it herself. Which is why guilt starts to sneak in around the edges of his expression. "It was nice." Only a moment later he admits, "I'm not really a wine drinker. I didn't pay much attention to the taste."

Yennefer is talking to a man who prefers a drink that will burn a hole through his stomach, after all. Hell, he doesn't even take his whiskey with ice.

"You make your own wine?"

[asorceress]

"I can imagine," she responds with a knowing smile. Needing to shoot a target was not so unlike Yennefer needing to regularly find an outlet for her magic; things just worked better overall when you could vent in whatever way felt appropriate for the moment. But it does prompt the question - "The sound doesn't bother the animals?" She asks curiously, assuming the shooting range is likely far from any of the paddocks.

Noticing the slightly guilty look on his expression, she is quick to reassure; reaching over to place her hand atop his forearm with a grin. "The bottle was a gift, no need to worry. I just hadn't intended you to end up with the magically enhanced one." The results of which she still finds to be quite amusing, so there's no loss there.

She nods at his question, then adds - "I do, though I'm relatively new to it. I know you're not much for wine, but I recall you enjoying the one I selected for us on our previous date; so if you liked that and you also didn't find this," she nods toward the glass in her hand, "to be overly offensive, then I think I'm on the right track." In many ways, she was still learning; but she liked how to do new things. Even if in the beginning she had been quite terrible at it.

"My first go at it was... truly undrinkable," she admits with a dip of her head and a chuckle. "Probably the worst thing I've tasted."

[allbedestroyed]

"It's in a very secluded area," he explains, confirming her suspicions. Not everyone would have thought about making the animals anxious, but he certainly did. "And the natural layout directs the sound away from the animals."

Perhaps, when the park is expanded, that might not be enough to muffle the gunshots. But until then, he and his wardens have their private little practice range.

Glad as he is of her reassurance, he's more glad of the hand on his arm. Being polite and respectful of a person's space is difficult when he'd gladly hold her close. It's easier, and affirming, for her to close that particular gap. Even if it doesn't make it any easier to remain politely composed.

Hopefully she won't see through him squinting slightly as he keeps his focus on her conversation and not on anything else about her, as if every part of her isn't beautiful and demanding to be paid attention to. "Couldn't you fix the taste with magic?"

[asorceress]

She's glad to hear the shooting range is in a secluded area, enough to not disturb the animals; but of course he'd have thought of that - given how much care he shows them. Even the deadliest of predators he treats with consideration as well as not forgetting what they're capable of. Perhaps she sees herself in that analogy in some regard, and it further endears her to him.

He's always been polite and respectful of her space, it's one of the things Yennefer appreciates about him; particularly in the beginning stages of getting to know each other like this - she doesn't mind being the one to initiate that closeness of touch; and at the moment that's exactly what she wants to do.

At his comment she shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip of her wine and setting it down on the table near the couch; then pulling the bulk of her dark locks over one shoulder. "I tried, but it just became worse - overly sweet and cloying." Her nose scrunches a bit from the memory of just how bad it had been. "Alas, there are some things even magic cannot salvage." She finishes with a sigh and a grin, her fingertips tracing idle patterns against his arm as she spoke.

She's silent for a few moments, her gaze lowered to where she touches his arm. Eventually a small smile tugs at her lips, and when she speaks again her tone is distinctly more intimate. "For as thrilling as the sights were to witness today, I have to confess; nothing made my heart race quite like that last kiss we shared." Her violet eyes lift to look at him, her gaze inviting and warm as she shifts closer to him on the couch.

[allbedestroyed]

As always, she has his full attention, intense icy gaze locked on her as she explains her trials with winemaking. Muldoon has always struggled with balancing things. All-or-nothing is his natural inclination. Yennefer has always made it easy, however, to be utterly and entirely focused on her in one way or another.

Still, it takes him a moment when she mentions their kiss, when she gives him that look. Pausing to lean over and put his own glass on the nearby table is like taking the time to remove the restraint he keeps so tightly wound around himself. For the moment he's relieved of the glass, he turns to kiss her, the now free hand cupping her head, fingers winding into those impossibly dark locks.

Yennefer is beautiful, even a blind man could see that. It's in her voice, in her scent, in her manners. Muldoon has seen beautiful women before, but Yennefer draws him in like no other. Her wit, her patience, her fiery compassion... At every turn she never fails to give him a new way to appreciate her. All of which means that he's been dying for this moment, where permission is given to kiss her, properly. Though he may still be attempting to restrain himself, to not overwhelm, there is nothing casual about his lips on hers.

[asorceress]

For all that she's very much enjoyed seeing different sides of him as they've gotten to know each other; has seen him smile and even laugh - both rare things; this, she thinks, is her favorite side of him. Where he's set aside the restraint she can both see and sense in him in most situations, in favor of giving in to passion instead. There's something particularly satisfying about it, as well as quite thrilling. She'd had a glimpse of that during their previous date, while they were on the beach; but this is a different setting, more intimate, and private as well.

She doesn't hesitate to lean into the kiss, and into him; a breathy sound of pleasure leaving her lips in between kisses. Passion is something Yennefer is well acquainted with, it's as familiar as breathing and no less essential. The expression of it now, with him; is a slow but insistent urging that he do away with the remaining barriers of restraint.

Her hands slide from his arms up to his chest and shoulders, clasping the fabric of his shirt as she'd done in the car, except this time it's an expression of desire and encouragement as much as it is a way to pull him even closer as she deepens the kiss. Her pulse is racing once more, and as her fingertips skim beneath the collar of his shirt, her lips curve into a subtle smile against his; right before she nips at his lower lip.

[allbedestroyed]

The hand on the back of the couch curls into the cushions as he keeps his composure in check, barely, but in check nonetheless. For so much of his life that has been the goal. To keep those comments of his being 'intense' —sometimes complimentary, other times not— to a minimum. Especially on dates, where an abundance of passion can be seen as over eagerness. If there is anyone he is keen not to disappoint, it's Yennefer.

All of this goes out the window, however, the moment she nips his lip. He all but lunges at her. Instead of gripping the couch, he holds her waist, pushing against her to encourage her back against the cushions while his other hand dares pull her thigh closer, coaxing her to lie down so he can be on top of her. Or at least to come closer. To let him kiss deeper, harder, more.

He wants to touch. To press body against body. To have his hands feel out every curve. To taste the salt of her neck as deeply as the wine on her tongue. He will take any direction she has, but in this moment he's lost to his own desire, following one sensation into another.

[asorceress]

Yennefer has received similar comments in regards to being 'intense'; those comments were more often than not spoken in exasperation. Almost in defiance of that, she's chosen to think of it as a positive attribute rather than negative. Considering the alternative; in her opinion it was better to be intense than to be dull or lacking in feeling, conviction, or passion. The challenge was in finding people that resonated with that intensity.

So needless to say, she gladly meets his intensity with her own eagerness; when he pulls her thigh closer her hands wrap around his shoulders, allowing herself to be pressed back down against the cushions as she pulls his body against hers. Her hands slide down his back while she hitches a leg up over his to allow him closer.

She could kiss him like this endlessly, tasting the whiskey on his tongue and taking in the scent of him - something clean and masculine that defied description; she only knew that she liked it, and craved more of him. Greedy to touch and be touched, she breaks the kiss just long enough to tilt her head, gracefully exposing the column of her neck. Inviting him to feel with his lips how much he's causing her pulse to spike.

"Taste my skin, feel me." She urges in a low, breathy tone; reaching for one of his hands to slowly guide it upward toward the fullness of her breast. She knows her own body, knows where she's most sensitive and isn't shy about her desire for him to explore more of her.

[allbedestroyed]

Every guidance is taken eagerly, like finding new routes through an unknown forest. His lips kiss the long line of her neck, teeth grazing skin in a tease of a bite that never quite happens. With her direction, his hand cups her breast and, with a gentle squeeze, ensures his own desire is unquestionable with the hardness between his legs.

To know more of her is to discover he wants more of her. The barriers of thin fabric between them become increasingly unbearable, especially when exploring hands can already feel how wonderful she is beneath his fingers. There is no clearer sign that Muldoon has taken her cue to embrace his own desires than when he pauses to sit up just long enough to take her shirt and rip it open. He descends upon the newly revealed flesh, to taste with lips and tongue and teeth, never quite biting though the inclination is certainly there.

Whatever repercussions she decides to bestow upon him later, he will accept. This is no time or place for hesitation. Not now when he can finally see and properly feel her body. It has been so long for him, and she is so beautiful in body and soul. Even the fervour with which he attends to her doesn't feel nearly enough, his yearning far outweighing his desire even as her taste and touch and smell and sound fills his senses.

[asorceress]

She arches into his touch with a needy sound, tilting her neck further to give his lips better access. With each barely there scrape of teeth against her sensitive skin she wonders if he is purposefully attempting to drive her mad with that teasing - either way, it's delightful and sends tiny shivers across her skin. She hitches her leg higher over his hip, letting out a soft moan as she presses herself against where he's hard - it's not as if she doubted his desire, but feeling his want in such a way is incredibly arousing.

She's definitely not expecting him to do away with her shirt in such a manner, and the moment he does she responds with a low pitched chuckle and a sultry smirk at his boldness. It wasn't her favorite shirt, and besides; it was in the way. Her gaze is heated as she looks up at him, her hand curling around the back of his neck and urging him down to her newly bared skin.

The attention of his lips, tongue and almost scrape of teeth against her breasts has her writhing beneath him, aching with each sensation he's drawing out. "More," she practically demands, wanting him to nip at her skin. Yennefer is definitely the vocal sort, letting him know how much she's enjoying his fervor with throaty moans and gasps; her nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt.

Which brings to her attention the fact that she's rather fed up with the shirt he's wearing as well. "Off," she murmurs, making it clear she means his shirt and not him as her hands deftly undo the buttons and slide it from his shoulders. She wastes no time in caressing along his chest, arms, and back; an eager hum of appreciation given at the feel of his body beneath her hands.

[allbedestroyed]

Once the buttons are undone, Muldoon barely pauses to pull it off and toss it aside. Scars are scattered across his chest and shoulders, in and around the soft hair which draws a line down his navel. Not that the warden gives her any particular time to look at them, given how much attention he's giving her.

That she's vocal is no bad thing. Though he clearly responds when she moans or demands, his own contributions keep to breathy pants and low growls as she digs her nails into his skin. With her encouragement he does nip and returns to her neck to sink his teeth in a little deeper in an experimental bite that comes with a roll of his hips and another growl.

Long legs have never been suited to the confines of a couch, however, and he's finding it awkward. Some frustration is fun, this is not. Though he has to stop enjoying her quite so thoroughly, there is another kind of pleasure in wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up with him as he stands. Keeping her close so that he can still kiss her as he holds her and brings her to his bedroom. It is almost militantly neat, so aside from having to navigate a closed door to get to it, there is nothing in the way as he brings her to his bed and lays her down.

[asorceress]

She delights in the sounds he makes; and when his teeth sink into her neck and he rolls his hips, she's all the more vocal; finding it impossible not to be. Her hands grip at his shoulders as she lifts her hips to press against his, a languid sort of roll coupled with a low moan.

The couch isn't quite big enough for the both of them and the variety of ways she wants them to explore each other; and she'd been on the verge of suggesting they relocate; but fortunately they're sharing the same thought. When he lifts her she wraps her legs around him without missing a beat, meeting his kiss eagerly. She's glad he gets the door open as quickly as he does, otherwise she'd have used her magic and the force of which would have likely ripped the thing off it's hinges with how strong her passion is at the moment.

As he lays her down on the bed, she props herself up on her elbows; letting her gaze wander across his body now that she has the opportunity to do so. He's mentioned the scars before, but she's only glimpsed the one on his leg he'd shown earlier. Seeing the scattering of them across his chest and shoulders draws her gaze as well as her touch - she reaches out to trace a few of the deeper ones as if to memorize them; then lifts herself up enough to press her lips to his skin, tasting and kissing along his collarbone; then nipping just beneath his jawline. "I've wanted to get you alone like this since our first date," she hums against his skin. "Ever since our first kiss."

[allbedestroyed]

Most of the marks on his skin are from bites and scratches, save for one from a gunshot. He's not embarrassed by them, and he's used to lovers and strangers alike giving them attention. Though his own focus is firmly on her lips as they travel across his skin.

"I've wanted to get you alone like this ever since the kikimora," he rumbles right back, humming against her affections.

Then, with the smoother support of the bed, he interrupts her to thread his fingers in her hair and kiss her deeply. Having sated that rush of desire, he brings his attention lower, letting his kisses and nipping trail down her body until he reaches her shorts. Here he undoes them just enough to go a little below the waistband... and then moves on to help remove her boots. If he smirks at her for having teased her like that, well, she'll just have to deal with it.

[asorceress]

"If I'd known that back then we could have ended our trip a lot differently," she remarks with grin that's pressed against his skin. She'd had no idea of his interest back then, and frankly the time between then and now of getting to know one another; and Yennefer building trust, respect, and genuine affection for him only made this moment now all the more meaningful and intense.

But she doesn't have time to reflect on that thought long before his lips are on hers again and all thoughts are swept from her mind. With a kiss like that, all she can do is give in, gladly taken over by the passion expressed; one hand clutching his arm while the other slides around the back of his neck.

The path his mouth takes down her body draws an encouraging sound from her; one that turns from a hum of pleasure when he dips beneath the waist of her shorts; to a sound of protest when he shifts away to remove her boots. "Robert." Somehow she manages to make it sound like both warning as well as pleading.

Yes, the boots must come off, but he knows exactly what he's doing with a move like that. She helps him by toeing off her boots once unlaced; impatient to have his hands and his lips back on her skin.

[allbedestroyed]

Since he's managed to pull himself away from her, he takes this opportunity to deal with the awkward things. His own boots are dealt with while she finishes taking off her own. Long hunting socks are quickly taken off before he turns his attention to his belt. It's bad form to wear a pistol while getting increasingly intimate, even if it is neatly holstered away. Unable to help himself erring on the side of caution, he puts it on top of the dresser, out of trouble.

That is the only necessary separation left, as far as he's concerned. Free from anything else that might try to seize his attention, he descends on her again, eager to feel and taste her. It's as though that long moment might have been weeks, or months. His reward, surely, is getting the last remaining piece of her clothing off. Something which might be easier if his lips would leave her neck and collarbone for even just a few seconds.

[asorceress]

It's probably best to make sure the gun is out of the way, though she'd honestly forgotten all about it; completely lost to the moment. It's fortunate that at least one of them remembers things like that, as Yennefer's only focus is on getting her hands back on him. She reaches out for him the moment he's near enough and sighs blissfully once his lips descend upon her neck again.

Threading her fingertips through his hair, and maybe tugging just a little as well; she arches her neck with a moan when he finds a particularly sensitive spot. It feels so amazing that she's torn between not wanting him to stop, while at the same time aching for him to feel and taste her entire body.

She's always found clothing to be something of a annoyance; even the finest of fabrics still never felt as good as being naked. But, of course, practicality demanded she not traipse about entirely nude in most situations. But she hardly needed to concern herself with that now, so she lifts her hips just enough to rid herself of the last bit of lace, sliding them down and off.

[allbedestroyed]

The last of his own clothing soon follows hers, the heat of his erection no longer muffled by fabric, and only further encouraged by the touch of her skin. A hand trails down her body to between her legs. Calloused fingers rub her own heat, tempered only by the caution of exploring new lands. As desperately as he wants Yennefer, he's making sure every part of her invites him in.

All of this only proves to be more excruciating. Teeth pull at her lower lip even as his hips roll, seeking out that contact, that motion that both of them want.

[asorceress]

She's slick where his fingers brush against her, the gentle movements making her hips squirm beneath him, seeking out more of his touch, more of him in general.

With the sounds she makes and the way her thighs begin to tremble, she guides him as to how she likes to be touched - slow, soft caresses against that sensitive bundle of nerves. She can't help but want to touch him as well; her hand trails down his abdomen to wrap around his length, stroking him lightly as she moans into their kiss.

Eventually though, she can't bear a moment more of him not being inside her, so with one last biting kiss, she places a hand on his shoulder to urge him over onto his back, hoping he won't mind the shift in position. With her hands braced on his chest, she sinks down onto him slowly, drawing it out until their bodies fully connect; her eyes slipping shut with a sharp gasp of pleasure. When she starts to move her hips, it's a languid, rolling pace; a direct contrast to the sharp dig of her nails into his skin.

[allbedestroyed]

The moment she touches him it becomes impossible not to pant against her skin. Teeth sink into her shoulder as he palms her breast. All of which makes it just as well she gives in when she does, because otherwise he would have.

Though he doesn't resist the change of position, it does disorient him for a split second. Confusion which doesn't last when such wonderful pleasure follows. It takes all of his willpower not to roll his hips while they join, but it's worth it. The moment she starts to move she draws a moan out of him. His hands fall to her hips, encouraging the motion.

The sight of her on top of him is exceptionally hot. Too much, really. He knows he'd easily and happily break like this, but that would be too little for something he's waited so long for. In one smooth motion, he rolls them back, hooking one of her legs over his elbow as he goes deep and hard.

[asorceress]

With his hands on her hips, she quickens her pace just a bit; the heat of passion overtaking any ideas she had about attempting to go slow and tease them both with a bit of delayed gratification. Yennefer tends to oscillate between two extremes when it comes to sex - teasing and slow, or fervent and relentless. The latter of which makes keeping her quiet basically an impossible feat.

And while she'd have gladly ridden him like that until they both couldn't take it anymore, when he switches their positions she makes a low sound of approval at his initiative. A sound that becomes a louder, more wanton sounding moan when he drives into her that deep; her back arching. Her nails sink into his skin and drag down his shoulder blades, she utters his name in a tone that's both urging and praising for the pleasure she feels.

She wraps her free leg around him, pulling their bodies closer and lifting her head enough to capture his lips in a kiss that conveys just how desperately she wants him. And, impatient as ever, her hips writhe against his; needing more - movement, friction, everything.

[allbedestroyed]

There is nothing about what she does at any point which asks he slows down. A rarity in partners, he's found. Given who she is, and how vocal she is, Muldoon has no worries that if she wants something to change, she'll let him know. Until then he is all for relentless, frenzied sex.

The way she rakes her nails across his skin and moves against him, it's as if this isn't enough. As though she still hungers for more. He cannot abide that. He refuses to leave her unsatisfied.

With a few more firm thrusts, he interrupts the rhythm to slide back, pulling her with him to the edge of the bed until he can lift her up. There's a small table in the corner which he has to pull away from the wall, but it's light and so is she, so one hand supports her while the other tugs the furniture aside. Now with more room he can lay her down, putting her at a much better height for him.

Though she might not be able to kiss him this way, she will definitely get movement, and friction. Her legs thrown over his shoulders, her hips pulled to the edge of the table, he can go deep and hard and fast. A burning hot cock relentlessly hammering into her in pure animalistic passion.

[asorceress]

Relentless and frenzied are much more her speed, particularly in this instance; where she's been wondering what he'd be like in an intimate setting ever since their first date. The anticipation building ever since that first kiss. Wondering what it would take to tip him over into territory where he's thinking only of passion; disregarding the restraint he maintains so strictly in every other situation.

It's a heady thrill seeing him like this, and being the recipient of such unchecked ardor. Wrapping her legs around him once more when he lifts her, she takes that brief opportunity when he's carrying her to the table to sink her teeth into his neck in a heated kiss. Enough to leave a mark, but the collar of his shirt might cover it. She rather likes the idea of leaving her mark on him anyway, so she's not terribly concerned in the moment.

With her legs thrown over his shoulders, she can barely breathe for a moment for the sharp pleasure it brings; both her neck and back arching upward with a cry of passion. When he starts to drive into her with such relentless force, she grips the edges of the table; eyes squeezed shut and face contorted in pleasure. "Fuck,", she cries out again; followed by moans increasing in volume - needy and insistent as she feels an ache begin to build deep within her core. It won't take much more to push her over the edge. "Don't stop," she manages to get out; her voice a desperate command.

[allbedestroyed]

Stopping is the farthest thought from his mind, anyway. Especially after that bite. If she's to leave him with something to remember her by, he'd better make damn sure she'll remember him too.

While she moans, he growls and pants, the aching of muscles drowned out by every other wonderful sensation flooding his body. The shuddering clatter of the table, the slapping of flesh against flesh, combined with their own voices makes for a song which only increases the passion and pleasure which it speaks to.

There is a struggle in all of this, however. The sounds along with the sight of her, arched in rapture, and the feel of her, are all far too wonderful. It's difficult not to careen off the edge himself, though he's determined not to. Not until she's ready. Though as he thrusts into her has his fingers digging into her thighs and his jaw tightening with the effort.

[asorceress]

She's had her share of lovers over the centuries, and she's impressed by his stamina and vigor - driving into her hard and fast enough that all thoughts vanish from her mind; there's only sensation. The digging of his fingers into her thighs, hard enough to leave bruises she'll keep rather than magically heal; the scent of his skin, the panting of his breath and sounds of his own enjoyment. She aches to let go fully, but doesn't yet want to stop feeling him like this.

He's hard and hot inside her and with each thrust she clenches around his cock even tighter, feeling a wave of pleasure building rapidly. Her fingers grip at the parts of him she can reach; nails digging into his skin as she continues to moan and gasp her pleasure and encouragement; urging him on. It's a wonder they haven't broken the table.

As the heat within her builds, so does her magic as she feels her entire body tensing; getting closer to that edge. Her body is slick with sweat, head thrown back when that wave of pleasure finally breaks and she comes with a loud cry of ecstasy - her body shuddering with the impact of it. As a result of such a powerful spike of overwhelming pleasure, her orgasm causes a release of her magic - a ripple of telekinetic force that rattles the walls and knocks over anything atop the surfaces of the room. She couldn't have held that back even if she'd wanted to, and she didn't want to.