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You purrromise?

[Grinning, both at giving her shit and at getting the okay to touch, she runs both hands up Req's thighs, skimming up the outsides until her fingers dip under the rim of those tiny shorts, then cresting over to the insides of her thighs and back down to her knees.

And then she does it in reverse: slowly dragging her hands up Requiem's inner thighs, one hand warm and rough, the other smooth and humming with the slightest touch of static. She takes a lot more time this go 'round, giving ample attention to the slick feel of Req's stockings versus the smoothness of her skin; sidetracking at where they're hooked to the garters, and where the garters disappear under Requiem's clothes.

There isn't much give in the snug clothing for even Nem's fingers to fit inside, but she does her best]

Edited 2019-09-01 07:04 (UTC)

[ she squirms against her, responding to that exploratory touch with eager rolls of her hips or a squeeze of her thighs and pressing in tight against her. in some effort to get as close as possible to her warmth, no doubt. Her lips, meanwhile, find purchase along nem's neck, brushing over her pulse and parting only slightly to place hot, damp kisses along her skin. ]

Her voice is low, rumbling. ]

I purromise.

[Nemesis can't resist a shudder at Req's purr, shifting her own hips at the sound and the feel of it. With effort, she keeps her voice under control if increasingly breathless, though she brings her hands up Req's sides at a bit faster version of tortuously slow, dancing over the leather and lace.

Up to her armpits and down to her hips, then palms flat up from where her legs meet, over her stomach to cup her breasts, gentle but still with that light tingling buzz over her skin. Tugs lightly at the bow at the neckline and lets the bodice fall open, taking another (mostly) lazy "tummy rub" over her skin]

No scratching so far, Puss?

[ Req leans into her touch with shameless need, tail curled up and her wings shivering behind her. The front of the bodice slips a bit against her shoulders, now loosened, and she nuzzles into Nem's shoulder with short, warm breaths, her fingers push nem's shirt up just enough that she can get her fingers against her skin, tense but not digging in. ]

Nn-nn... 'less you want me too...?

[Nemesis arches towards her at the touch, her laugh shaky. color is high in her cheeks, and she dips forward just long enough to drop a kiss at what part of Req's jaw she can see]

Nah, though thanks for offering. Think for now I'll do the scratching, if you don't mind.

[she glides her hands over Req's body yet again, tickling lightly down from her navel to the join of her legs, eager fingers skating over the tiny strip of fabric making up the tiny shorts.]

...Whaddya think? Keep looking?

[ Req's fingers relax a little then, instead smoothing her hands, palm-flat, up along Nem's ribs. She tilts her head a little, to make that kiss easier, pressing a sweet kiss of her own to a bare bit of Nem's neck she can reach without moving too much; her attention is majorly occupied instead by the little bit of pressure between her legs, somehow more intense through the tight fabric. She curls in a little more against her, shuddering. ]

Mm-- yes...

Yes?

[The buzzy touch skates away, then returns, more deliberate--drags over the seam of the shorts from back to front and back; skips over to skim down the creases where Req's legs meet her body. Her flesh hand gently (well, kind of a bit too eager to truly count as 'gently') works open the V of Req's shirt deeper; rubs the lace over the sensitive skin before reaching inside to palm her breast directly, give it a squeeze (or a few). Her neck and collarbone get a few breathy, open-mouthed kisses as well]

Yyyeeeeessssss.

[ The word is drawn-out and groaning, gravelly. Touching "gently", as the case may be, certainly seems to be the way to go; she presses eagerly into Nem's hand, her head bowed against her neck and shoulders hunched. The thin fabric of her shorts doesn't do much to stall the heat burning at her skin-- made warmer by Nemesis' proximity and her touch, and she distractedly shifts one hand out from under her shirt to curl her fingers against her arm as she grinds down into Nem's hand. ]

Edited 2019-09-05 21:21 (UTC)

[If more pressure means Requiem will continue to make those sounds and press up against her, then Nemesis is happy to oblige. Letting Req’s reactions be her guide, she keeps up her attentions over Req’s chest, breaking every so often to nip and peck at Req’s cheek and neck and shoulder.

She squeezes her own thighs, shifting beneath Requiem and skims her fingers up the leg of her shorts to stroke her directly]