[as requests go, that's an easy one - easier still when the person asking (or, no, it's pleading...) seems willing to let just about anything happen.

but there was the bead. She remembers that, sharp as a knife through the amusement and the pleasure of hearing Jean say it out loud, and she remembers what the bead meant.

so, one by one, Ivy undoes the rest of the buttons on Jean's shirt, and moves down to the one on her pants. Her smile is still there, still naughty and challenging. All it would take is a single word - but now, she really doesn't think Jean's going to say it.]